flame brightest just before the fall;
so, too, brave souls whose loss
of limb, or heart, or life in war
burned bright, and oh, so beautiful
in their new uniforms, as we can see
in photos hanging still
on the walls of the bereft.
Mothers, fathers, wives and children,
sisters, brothers, friends --
all troubled hearts: we grieve with you
today and every day.
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