Scared you there for a moment, didn’t I? But this isn’t referring to me. No, but it is equally saddening.
Once I had gotten back from the frontlines, well aware of the horrors I had seen while trapped in the stench of the dead that lay around me and the pungent smell of urine, feces, blood and sweat filling the air, I was learned of truly devastating news.
In the heat of battle, where many fall valiantly to the abyss of hell—if they were not already there, I had lost a comrade. A fellow soldier; a brother-at-arms; a blog-mate.
Yes, the news is quite heart-breaking, soul-wrenching, and I have already worn out your attention, so I shall honour his dignity and show you the remnants of his broken webpage.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
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You shall forever live in the spirit of blogging. I shall carry your torch into glory.
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