It was such a misfortune, for the family of four.
Their son had left to the military, the one that they adored.
The fondness, that they had carried for him, went with him to his grave.
His last dying days were the worst, to the infantry, he became their slave.
The regime of his country stood upon his grave stone.
Cold and abhor, is how they appeared, but at least he wasn't alone.
His family had such antipathy for the legislation.
Their son passed away because of their regulations..
A year had passed and this man will be remembered, on the day of his passing.
His family remembers him with love and devotion, everlasting.
He was well conducted and noble to the end.
His attachment for the military, he did spend.
A man with honor, to everyone, his hand he did lend.
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