The brave young man came home, proud and glad.
Combatting truculent enemies,
The only end stoking his courage.
Rain and snow, heat and thirst, broke him not
Duty-bound, defensive, undaunted,
He soldiered on until he succumbed.
As he lay still, wrapped in a pale shroud,
Tricolour. . . Victory. . . Motherland . . .
His final words echoed in glory!
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