On his wedding night,
He was called to fight.
His bride was pretty,
Yet it felt just right.
"A call by your nation,
To serve a generation".

He grabbed his weapon heading to battle.
She stood at bay, to say goodbye.
"Come soon soldier, a warrior grows in me." She cried.
It's too late now, his ears denied.

He left a soldier,
But came a hero.
He left a man,
But came a father.

9:20 am, a knock was heard.
She raced the door and saw a bird.
"Your husband was gallant, but fell to rest."
She hugged her warrior, so tight to her breast.
The misery of death is to fight someone's war.