A searing flash, a dreadful boom,
No more thoughts of bride and groom,
The future gone, all plans awry,
He was not meant to go, and die.
His job is done, the tributes say,
Yet colleagues stay there, in harms way,
And will remain, for years to come,
To fight, under a hostile sun.
Like all the soldiers, brave and bold,
They go and do as they are told,
Whilst we, the safe, whom they protect,
Can offer little but respect.
The pain we feel for the departed,
The left, the lost, the broken-hearted,
Will lessen, maybe, given time,
For we've not sacrificed our prime.
But they will never slip too far,
From mind, no matter where we are,
The brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
Children, friends and grieving lovers.
Such promise now stays unfulfilled,
Their future stopped when they were killed,
The irony is - WE soldier on,
And love them still, though they are gone.
Fear Naught - advice we all should take,
Regardless how our hearts may break,
For we have learnt that life is brief,
Our dreams were stolen, death the thief.
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