You served, You lived, You fought.

You served, you lived, you fought.

You watched the ones around you fall to the enemy's wrath.

Not knowing you, too, would go next.

To be leaving your loved ones, to protect us.

But before they could take you away.

You pushed on, you pushed on through the torches, through the horrors, and through the pain.

And the day before you left me you wrote this:
"Dear Lord, If I am wounded, on this once green but now bloodied field, I pray that you will send me courage, so my spirit will not yield, I pray that you will send an angel to guide me, towards the heavenly shore, And that the angel will hold me up, so I don't falter as I knock on heavens door, I pray that you will send strength to my girlfriend, who will have to face the world alone, And who I love more than life, I can now go into battle and lead my men, With my heart and mind at peace, Thank You Dear Lord. Amen"

You had stood salute to the British flag.

And to the flag laid upon the fallen.

As they soon after had done for you.