“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray The Lord, My soul to keep. I heard my country’s desperate call, and in the line of duty, I gave my all. I don’t regret the choices I make, and accept the honor of my fate. When at last my family receives the call, please dear Father bless them all. I now stand at your Pearly gates, with my brothers who kindly chose to wait. Together we’ll walk down the Streets of Gold, with our heads held high from Faith and Love. So Lord as they lay me down to rest, give my folks all my best. My soul is yours, its always been, so take me home to live again - Forever and ever… Amen.”

In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.


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