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For a soldier, Nation comes first beyond family.. but what about the mother who gives her son to the nation? How does she feel?
My boy lies here, six feet under in land that fate from me did plunder
It was my time not his, down in the dirt; How will I live now, with all this hurt?
Valorous he fell fighting for a cause. They say he never held back, never did pause.
He fought bravely till his last breath permitted, all dues to his country remitted.
A childhood dream fueled his passion; he followed his heart to serve his nation
Oh! How proud and tall he stood in battle, an image of strength & great mettle.
“What I would give to once more hold you to my bosom, to feel your heartbeat?
But alas, you are gone. Fate has been most unkind; it has robbed me of this treat.”
Rest now my brave boy, your work is complete, you have paid your dues.
I must go now, our journey together is over. I need to call others and share this news.
That a martyr fell today, a soldier sank; my boy is gone, he was a captain by rank.
I promise not to cry, I will not weep but son my night’s now will be devoid of sleep.
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