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So today I received some horrible news....a friend of mine who was fighting over in Iraq died today in the German hospital surrounded by family. In honor of Matthew Wallace I have written a poem...I know it's not much but I think that is rather appropriate in the circumstances...so with that here is my poem...To man to whom faced the odds to the last ends....
 The Fallen...but not Forgotten
By: P.J. Baker
As he lay in his bed one must wonder what was going through his head.
Time was drawing near and yet he laid there scarred from head to toe,
As from a sick twisted horror movie gone terribly wrong,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Family there by his side as he breathed his last.
One could say it was love that kept him a float,
While others argued that it was the technology that was plugged into his skin,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Here laid a man not through worldly measures, but by Gods.
As the body did go limp and the tears flowed bittersweet from the eyes,
A soul found peace amongst the crying,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
He was not the first and nor shall he be the last.
A more courageous, honorable, man was he,
And proud are we that he served us well,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Fallen he has and many before and many still.
War was never meant to be pretty, but let us remember those,
Those that sacrificed their lives so we as a nation can live in comfort,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Funny how it seems so distant from us all.
Funny how we dont think about what it brings,
Until it hits close to home and takes those we love,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Let us remember him today, the day that was his last.
A mothers child, a good friend, a brother, and a solider,
All these things he was and more, but alas no more,
The Fallen...but not Forgotten.
Thank You!
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