The bugle's will blow one final time, As we salute this brave solider A purple heart, A heart of gold, Always there for others But passed alone.
You were a brother, a friend a son now a part missing part In lives now your gone, no voice on the other side of the phone. Your scars were not just on the surface but also underneath Where scars did grow.
You were a casualty, a hero Fallen in the battlefield of life. We honour your courage For the selfless acts that you Did in your short time in life.
The bugle will blow one final time, As our heads down in respect of a hero now gone.
In Honour of Clay Hunt, Much respect and sorrow for his family