darsky Posted November 11, 2011 Report Share Posted November 11, 2011 This was my brother At Dieppe, Quietly a hero Who gave his life Like a gift, Withholding nothing. His Youth..his love.. His enjoyment of being alive.. His future, like a book With half the pages still uncut. This was my brother At Dieppe. The one who built me a doll house When I was seven. Complete to the last small picture frame. Nothing forgotten. He was awfully good at fixing things, At stepping into the breach when he was needed. That's what he did at Dieppe; He was needed. And even death must have been a little shamed At his eagerness Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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