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A Soldier's Fortune - The Reality Of Baghdad
Mon Oct 27 00:40:10 EST 2003 from
A Soldier's Fortune
At the end of a summerís day,
all too soon, the bugler sadly blows,
itís a mournful tune, its too sad
and hopelessly, itís a melody that everybody knows.
The notes hang on in the air so still,
as the tears roll down a caring face,
for they too wish they were born for a different reason,
they too wish they were born in another place.
And the memory of the tune lives on,
and like a brave soldier, it can never truly die,
but it too leaves an empty feeling,
and a simple wish for a time gone by.
And all I have left are our memories,
Iíll treasure them against the wasteful tide,
Iíll keep them safe next to my heart,
and I'll look back on them with a sense of pride.
Because Chris, your death was not in vain,
and you died just doing the thing that you loved the most,
and I feel privileged to have been your wife,
and that is something I will always proudly boast.
You defended your honour, your country,
and you saved the life of at least one other soul,
and for that, youíll always be my hero,
and the world will never forget your final role.
You were truly the love of my life,
although we only shared our four short years,
they were the best times of our lives,
I'll always remember them, through the tears.
You always said that youíd never ask another,
to do what you werenít prepared to do,
and on October 9th, 2003, you were a soldier
and being a solider was what made you, you.
And you were doing what you loved,
if youíd have known the outcome nothing wouldíve changed,
because you knew of a soldier's fortune,
and that destiny simply can't be rearranged.
And I will not remember you sadly,
because the pride I feel comes from my very heart,
and I know that we're still together
and nothing could ever tear us apart.
You died a true hero,
and that fact is not just seen through my eyes,
because all of your friends and family knew the real you,
but I guess this should come as no surprise.
Because you touched everyone that you met,
and you did it in some unforgettable way,
and these words are to honour you,
but they still leave so much to say.
Because you truly are my hero,
you paid the ultimate sacrifice,
I know you loved your country,
and I know you knew the price.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2003
This is my favorite picture of him because it shows him as a person, not as a statistic or a soldier, but someone we can all relate to. Thanks again for the poem, I really do love it!
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