He smiled at death, then walked alone,
For every breath that’s not his own.
The flag now sleeps upon his chest —
A hero gone, a nation blessed.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
He smiled at death, then walked alone,
For every breath that’s not his own.
The flag now sleeps upon his chest —
A hero gone, a nation blessed.
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