The Last Post

This will not be the last chapter, just a good title, and bugle call.

The last post,
the call of the doomed,
those that fell,
and those that rose,
in bloom and in wealth.

For with the call,
and on the ball,
a soldiers life it lays,
for with the call,
lives will fall,
and friends will be no more.

Up with the banner,
a few more feet,
the call goes up again,
so with the call,
some more will fall,
for a few feet of trench.

A soldiers life lies on that call,
a friend may be the one,
that finds the truth,
and becomes the next,
to lay down their lives,
with the rats and dead for a companion. 

The End

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