Honor, And Glory A Poem BY: Thomas Livers, JR

Loyal to the field I stay, may I fight to see another day, blood in my eyes anger in my mind, the chill of battle crawls down my spine, night or day the enemy preys, vengence they want courge the shame, retreat be the curse for those of my kind death before dishonor thats all of my mind, fight well die proud, and die with no shame, for know the lord welcomes you, for you have fought brave, trainned for your life and live to work and fight, now take your rest for you've done your best, loyal to your cause, and you've choosen honor before your death, so may the pain,worries, and stress of life, be washed away, as you take your final breath of this ending life,

Rest well my brother and in the end Ill meet you at the gate when I as well come to my end, fear not the light but welcome ye within for this is your beginng and not thy end, so rest long and well with our ancestors last so you may be casted into joy and leave this troable'd past.......so long brother of mine

And in your last moments time fight well and let not one tear shine,forth honor is creed of woe, and our loyaliness is our own to show, so may you drell in the long sides rest, with the wounds of battle as trophies marked upon your chest, and as well may blade glaze of red, which was withdrawn from thy enemies head, hate not of the man that has slain you, but thank our welcome him to the privallge which has been bestored upon you, so breath your final breath of life knowing you fought well and got to die so go now and take your rest, as thy body lays on our families own crest.....

May the heaven's gaze welcome you with a smile and exstend your welcome for more than just a while, spread your wing and then take forth, so you may rest for ever more, know that you'll never be forgotten not for a year or no less than a second, so go to paradise my brother of war and face this file beast never more, may blade rest and never go stale but let

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