UNKNOWN

I will miss the brightest of blue. 
And all the shades of green. 
Yellow and oranges too. 
Colors of every scene. 

The smell of bacon. 
Everyone knows that scent. 
And the fresh honeydew flowers are now forsaken. 
How could I forget the roses as they are now heavy and bent. 

The coolness of the morning dew. 
As the sun begins to rise. 
And lay stills the black of night with shades of blue. 
Underneath these heavenly skies. 

Mostly I will miss my family and friend. 
As they will not be here to see me off. 
You see this is my end. 
My last breath a bloody cough.  

In the year of or lord. 
In a cold and bloody place. 
My life's record. 
Will now forever be a nations grace. 

To become the son for all to see. 
And a whole a nation as my father. 
And every branch of service a brother to me. 
To those that stand guard threw the years sorry I meant not to bother. 

Weep not for the son lost. 
I died not in vein. 
Freedom has it's cost. 
Suffering a nations gain. 

To my family you where my last recall. 
And my brothers and sisters in arms. 
Forget them not as they fall. 
And carry on,the nation that I fought for,with all your wonder and charms.  

I salute you each and ever night. 
And every taps that play. 
Sometimes we must fight. 
For freedoms way.