In Memorium, by Robert L. Martin

Knight, Death, and the Devi, by Alberto Durero

Robert L. Martin

In Memorium

—R.I.P.—

—Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 -

—Killed in action—

—On May 27, 2017 -

—In Afghanistan—

—By a single bullet—

—To the head—

—While rescuing—

—His wounded comrade—

—A hero who died—

—To preserve our freedom—

—A good soldier and a loving father—

—Of three daughters—

—Susan, Betsy, and Sarah—

—And loving wife, Freda—

—He will always be remembered—

—For his bravery and his dedication—

—To his family and his country—

—Good—by John –

—You will always be on our minds—

—And in our hearts—

—Rest in peace –

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