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.