I have been trying to put into words what 68KO meant, but failed, then on Friday I was at a very good friends funeral, he died from leukemia, aged 40, and was buried with full military honours.
During the service they read a Poem by Rupert Brooke 'The Soilder', a WW1 British poet, I have changed the words and layout around a bit and hope you like what I have come up with.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by 68KO given;
His sights and sounds; dreams happy as his day;
And laughter, learnt of friends;
and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an AHII heaven .
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom AH bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her planes to shoot, her ways to roam,
A body of AH's, breathing AH air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of an AHII Map that is for ever 68KO. 68KO. Your Death has Rocked a World, Not only the Cyber world, but the Whole World in Real Life, you will be sorely missed.
'The Soilder' by Rupert Brooke
