* "To lay down life, he forward surged,* * Upon the foe, a lion converged.

* "To lay down life, he forward surged,* * Upon the foe, a lion converged.* * Bedecked was he by an aureole crown,* * Immortal fashioned from entrenched renown.* * A conundrum he was indeed,* * Signified glory, though heart did bleed* * Splendid, dignified, distinguished,* * Tormented, distraught, hurt, anguished.* * Though with chivalry, to the end, he fought,* * The renegades got the prize, sought"* * "The job concluded, the camp ransacked,* * For final departure, the hoodlums packed.* * They called my guests by the 'prisoners' name,* * (As prisoners left, as guests who came!)* * With 'watery eyes'; and heaving swell,* * (Shattered my being) I said, farewell".* * A soul searing, sad finale* * Woeful 'tis, but a glorious tale.* Previous…