This made the rounds in different forms over here last Christmas.
That said, it does bring a lump to the throat.
Here are two more I came across last year;
To a Sailor.
There are no Roses on a Sailor's Grave
No Lilies on an Ocean Wave
The only Tribute is the Seagulls' Sweeps
And the Teardrops that a Sweetheart Weeps.
To A Pilot.
Into the mist you flew away;
Into the mist - so cold and grey.
Then you soared to a higher plane
And my heart climbed out of the mist again.
You flew right into the setting sun,
Like a homing bird, when the day is done;
Up, and up, like a bird set free -
That's the way I remember thee.
For all those who will never see another Christmas, and for those left behind.
Paul.
