A soldier's quest,
His was the best of stories,
a star among the brightest
His path was covered with hope
Fulfilling gallantry
With electric dreams.
His coffers were filled with a
with a hero's vanity
Weighted with envy
As he marched with a leader's pride
Duty became honor
honor became daring
daring became a bugle's
call for courage
He was handsome by any measure
Overcoming fear with confidence
Matched by none
Carrying his leadership proudly
But the end came suddenly as his enemy's
anger disguised as duty
Tore his flesh into shards of empty beliefs,
Now all that is left is wet dirt.
ES Donald/ Donald Schuster
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