
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo'
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few;
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread;
But Glory guards with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
God Bless you all.
R.I.P. ,my old shipmate, Kyle Peterson who has been sleeping beneath the waves these past 18 years.

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