
With head bowed, ramrod straight he stands
then turns and marches just one pace
his eyes fixed on the concrete base
his rifle tight held in his hands
each move meticulously planned
his puffed out chest betrays his pride,
as across the dais his boots slide,
the toes of which are polished bright
a task that took him half the night
in honour to all those who died.
Very nice description of the care he took to honor them.
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