Destiny he calls it as he walks out the door
for queen and for country and for ever more
I have to do my bit he says as he walks through the gate
I run out to stop him, but he's gone and Im too late
He died a hero they all tell me, doing what was right
he knew the risks they say, when he decided he would fight
but that does nothing to me, I cannot be consolled
How can it be right for a boy to die, only nineteen years old
Excellent as the family member of military personnel i uunderstand completely
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This is a fine, sensitive effort. Because of your gift for painting vivid word portraits, this young man lives on in a poem. Keep up the good work. Regards, Sandra Fowler