The seven rifles fired as one
not an easy thing to do,
the honor guard was well drilled
and respectful of their task I knew.
I also knew the late great soldier
the gentleman just interred,
a stalwart man of character
who always kept his word.
A veteran of the biggest war
and one of the greatest generation,
we gathered there at the cemetery
to render well earned veneration.
The smoke came on the notes of the trumpet
over bowed heads so hushed and sad,
the soldier's memory will live forever
because this one was my Dad.
by Robert Quinn
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