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Eulogy For A Hero

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He did not hold a mighty rank
his name is yet obscure.
But for us few who stood by him
the memory endures.

He did not falter, but stood strong;
nor gave in to his fear.
And others took their confidence
from knowing he was near.

He didn't fight for riches,
for glory, or for fame.
He swore to serve the nation,
and when they called, he came.

He did not choose the nature
of the war he went to fight.
He did his duty day-to-day,
tried to sort wrong from right.

He went as he was ordered,
and countered every threat.
He studied lessons of the past,
that we should not forget.

He made new friends at every step
And never lost the old.
He did not let his purpose turn
his heart and mind so cold.

He tried to be respectful,
though his mission might invade.
He never failed to answer for
mistakes that he had made.

A better friend I never knew,
the chance I think is slim.
But let me tell you why I'm here
today, instead of him.

That day was brilliant, dry and hot,
the distance, a mirage.
Our thirsty, tired foot patrol
was caught in their barrage.

Though bullets whined and crackled
and smoke filled up the air
he never hesitated,
he saw his purpose clear.

When someone fell, he filled their place.
and calmly took a knee.
And I felt near invincible,
to have him next to me.

Together we could turn the tide,
we'd not be overrun.
We'd hold the place and keep them back,
until our help should come.

He saw the shooter I could not
and knew there wasn't time.
He pushed me back and caught instead
the bullet that was mine.

For fear and rage we all fought on
and so the tide was turned.
But as the stillness was regained
an awful sadness burned.

There on the ground lay our good friend,
each one of us was chilled.
His eyes were clear, his face was calm,
his breath and heart were still.

Though we had won, with heavy hearts
we stopped and turned away,
and carried back respectfully
our brother's cold remains.

A Hero walked the field today
but left it in a bag.
They'll send him homeward in a box,
draped with our nation's flag.

My Hero didn't die
to set another country free.
He gave his life to save a friend.
He died protecting me.
Got the final lines in my head yesterday and just put it down.
Don't have much to say about it, except it's fictional. I imagine it being read aloud at the funeral.

Here's to the unsung heroes, and their sacrifice. :salute:

*KreepingSpawn

[15 May 2011] EDIT: I think I'm ready for some critique on this now. ;p

Feedback Questions:

:bulletblack: A eulogy like this is of course an incomplete portrayal of the individual. What is your impression of the warrior described here?

:bulletblack: What is your impression of the narrator?

:bulletblack: Are any passages awkward or unclear?

:bulletblack: Is the rhyme scheme effective or heavy-handed?
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Wait, now here's a better eulogy. He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.

He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.

We're gonna miss him.
We're gonna miss him.

Yeah, so long.
We wish you well.
Told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well, so long.
Don't cry, yeah,
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
We'll miss him.

We're gonna miss him.
We're gonna miss him.

Yeah, no way, yeah, to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
Took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

You could be the one who saves me from my own existence
Warn while some child might chill, nine-one-two

I'm too smart when you're invisible by the bone symbol on you. So he bashes his skull through the window while looking out to the sea. Like torment of my ego. And we're amused by this

Yeah, standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade 'cause I'm so eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way,
And someone who would die for me.

Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fucking lie.

Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fucking lie.

You claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.
He had a lot to say.
He had a lot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fucking cross.
We need the fucking space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies.
Goodbye.

Get it? :-)