That last walk with the fallen,

Before the shrouds are laid.

remembering friends faces,

and the sacrifice they made.

Standing tall beside you,

Laughing with a brew.

lodged within your memory,

but forever gone from view.

A marker on a headstone,

Not a story, just a name.

A fact of life for those of us,

Who played the soldier’s game.

we walk the ground with heroes,

but none of us will know.

the manner of our passing,

when the angels call to go.

A last walk with the fallen,

Tears lost among the rain.

Farewell to you my comrades,

Until we meet again.