A warrior was laid to rest today,
Amongst a sea of brown and blue.
He died doing the only thing that mattered to him.
Protecting me and you.

Taken too early from a grieving wife and family,
By a bullet meant for another.
He knew the risks that he took every day
He and every one of his brothers.

In a room filled with grief and despair
From men hardened by years in this war.
Tears fall unchecked from almost every eye
As they gather from near and afar.

Each man and women who wears the uniform
Knows it could be him or her.
It is a risk they willingly bear again and again
Every time they walk out of the door.

The final call is sent out over the air
As mournful pipes echo the pain.
His fellow officers stand in pride and honor
For the warrior who will ne’r fight again.