He was just a boy.
He was very coy.
The thing with which he loved most to play,
Was his little toy soldiers he collected astray.
When he was in high school he had his future planned out.
'I'm sure' he told himself, for he had no doubt.
Then he grew up,
Good-hearted and tough.
The wish of his childhood has now come true.
He has been fighting for both me and you.
This isn't surprising for him or for me.
This is exactly how Grandpa would have wanted it to be.
Grandpa, you see, was the toughest of them all.
Even in the last minutes before his fall.
He was loyal and brave.
He was the type of person that everyone craved.
And on this day he is to be remembered.
For he has never surrendered.
I wish to thank every soldier tonight.
Thank them whether dead or alive.
If it weren't for them we wouldn't be,
Happy, and peaceful, and free!
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