A Cavalry Soldier passed on
the Stetson and Sword today.
Boots at rest...taps echoed once again.
Flagpoles stand at half;
the banner flies stoutly with the wind.
A Cavalry Soldier stepped off
a “Winged Horse” today.
Troopers stand with heels pressed taut...
adorned with glazed eyes.
Flattened hands pushed temple tight,
for one’s last combat flight.
A Cavalry Soldier died today,
with honor forged on infinity’s wall.
Long vanished Cavaliers
proudly join the final charge,
So Remembrance could speak the name...
for eternity’s present roll-call
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