"this day a dusty battered road he took
the ground beneath his feet it shook 

blast shards glass and mangled steel
fire scorched heat he cannot feel

his sweeping dull sensation rings
with a planet of regret it brings

pulling tearing with muffled shouts
his brothers near will pull him out

his hand is held and brow is stroked
tears held back and weeping choked

the sooted trail of tears appear
his dusty battered roads end near

time honored journey with hallowed ground
await this man with guarded gates and bugle sounds

his name you know his mission done
he's Father, Brother, Uncle and Son"
mike waller of Detroit, MI