Something for Remembrance Day

Jack’s soldier toys kept in the room

In care of a brownish candy tin;

Abandoned, now lay on the grass.

Alas! The tin, the house, they’re gone.

Jack died on a sunny April day

Next March he would’ve turn eighteen.

That war was real, that fight was fierce.

This life was gone though victory came.

His name and life, and sacrifice –

We can’t forget but remember now.

Our freedom, peace, security

Were earned by many boys like Jack.

Greater love has no one than this:

to lay down one’s life for one’s friends*

*Jn 15.13