
They laid him in the ground today,
Five hundred lined up along the road,
Hundreds of tears were flowing,
when a bomb made the truck explode.
With hundreds of training hours
Along with hundreds of fellow men,
Comrades driving the road to Basra,
To never breathe life’s air again.
Follow orders, driving tanks on a mission,
When upon them, there came the attack
Hundreds of men had gone before him,
A hundred coffins brought them right back,
A useless waste of a brave young soldier,
No chance to kiss his fiancé goodbye,
Another life wasted, and all for nothing
He was the hundredth UK soldier to die.
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Dedicated to
Jonathan Carlos Bracho-Cooke
24 years old
Second Lieutenant
2nd Battalion,
Duke of Lancaster's Regiment
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It is perfect the way it is don't let anybody tell you otherwise. Lack of metaphors, what a lame thing to say on something like this. It has depth and powerful emotions which is what a true poem is. You spilled your heart out for him without even knowing him now that is true poetic love. ~ Kerri










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