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You were prepared and ready to go, when the day of your call up came.
As a soldier you had no choice, but to train in the art of war.
To charge with a screaming voice, and act as a course of law.

Home for a period of leave, now training was given it's best.
Proudly showing the flash on your sleeve, still just a boy in a soldiers vest.
A solemn affair the goodbyes, with a wave of farewell as you turned.
A trace of a tear in our eyes, and thoughts for your safe return.

The burden of war is a testing ordeal, fighting an enemy on foreign soil.
Gone is your youth in battles real, as for freedom you constantly toil.
Dawn breaks through the misty air, and orders come for another raid.
To rout the enemy from his lair, for this the gift of life you paid.

Your death was a loss to us all, your laughter and smiles we all miss.
A tear will show, we recall, the last goodbye and the kiss.
Far away in a foreign place you lie, asleep and laid to rest.
Memories of you will never die, farewell my brother, you gave your very best.

Written by Derek Tew and dedicated to his brother. You can read Derek's story by putting "How the war affected my family" in the search box above.

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