The bugler is sounding the final for you.
Your work on this earth is finally thru.
Now only a reflection of you will remain.
In the stars and strips on the flag that you flew.
Never miss a local story.
Your reflection will show the scars that you bore.
Your reflection should remind us for ever more.
Those that answered.
Those that died.
Those are the ones that carry our Pride.
The bugle is sounding the Nation will cry.
Another soldier’s final goodbye.
The Red, White and Blue are a reflection of you.