Mystery
of a life departed
A
quiet soul, memories fond.
A
soldier who served his country
For
him the battle's never won.
Remembering
fallen comrades
Each
year he wore his medals
November
11 for him was sacred
Private
thoughts, a quiet man...
Like
Father and brother, a service life he chose,
With
British Legion comrades he organised with pride
The
Veterans tour of Battle fields
Respecting
those who died.
I
remember you Martin as a young soldier
Shy,
quiet and uniform dutifully clad
We
lost touch for so many years
Families
busy, little contact, so sad...
By
chance, reunited much later in life
I
saw you had lived that military verve
Though
ill, you kept alive each chance to
Stand shoulder
to shoulder with all who serve.
