While the boys were making this wreath, I sat under a shot-scarred apple tree and carved out the following verses on a little wooden shield which we nailed on Pete's cross.
True to Us God; true to Britain,
Doing his duty to the last,
Just one more name to be written
On the Roll of Honor of heroes passed.
Passed to their God, enshrined in glory,
Entering life of eternal rest,
One more chapter in England's story
Of her sons doing their best.
Rest, you soldier, mate so true,