THE LAST RETREAT

To-day I went to a funeral,
For a buddy I'm glad I knew.
A military funeral from World War number two,
He saw a lot of action, 
Tho he wasn't in it all.
Got the bronze star decoration for duty,
Above and beyond the call.
Somehow I couldn't help but think,
What a write-up the paper had.
In nineteen forty-three or four, 
About their home town lad. 
Now in nineteen sixty 
when they laid him in the grave,
The town forgot to remember, 
"The Freedom" He fought to save. 
This was a soldier's funeral, 
Forgive us if we brag, 
Over the top of his casket, 
Was draped the American Flag, 
Slowly the small procession 
Moved through the busy street. 
Gone on the final maneuver 
Standing the "last Retreat."

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