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Jan 2015
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
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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