To The End Poem by jerry hughes
To The End
I was with him the day he died,
still proud and stoic.
He was in pain, I could see
it in his face. The occasional
grimace, and sharp in-breath.
'Can I get you anything? ' I asked.
'No son, ' he replied. 'Just be with
me to the end.'
It nearly broke my heart but I said,
'Of course, of course.'
A minute later he was dead, and
a glorious chapter of a world war
one Aussie digger died with him.
Sad, ironic and tender-hearted story about the agonies of war and the strength and compassion of mateship. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
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5/4/2024 5:56:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i'm sory 4 ur los its always hard to let go. i loved dat poem love mandy :)