Medals on a bureau
Photographs in
A biscuit tin
A room thats cold in Winter
His body
Lying still.
The battles
Are long over
Though in thought
The aeroplanes fly
Silent as his body
A picture in his eyes.
Three days passed
With no reply
A veteran died alone
A hero of the sky.
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