Sunday 8 November 2009: The young soldier
It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of Life and laughter.
Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow and even
Unto the martyr
Smiling at Heaven.
It is the smile
Faint as a waning myth.
Faint and exceeding small
On a boy's murdered mouth.
Wilfred Owen.
Dedicated to my Uncle Jack who gave his life defending our future and to all who have and still are doing the same. We owe all of you a huge debt of gratitude.
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