The Hero Above All Poem by Fantasia Witiker

He was just a boy.
​He was very coy.
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The thing with which he loved most to play,
Was his little toy soldiers he collected astray.​​​​

When he was in high school he had his future planned out.
​​'I'm sure' he told himself, for he had no doubt.
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Then he grew up,
Good-hearted and tough.
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The wish of his childhood has now come true.
​He has been fighting for both me and you.

This isn't surprising for him or for me.
​This is exactly how Grandpa would have wanted it to be.
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Grandpa, you see, was the toughest of them all.
​Even in the last minutes before his fall.​​​

He was loyal and brave.
​He was the type of person that everyone craved.

And on this day he is to be remembered.
​For he has never surrendered.

I wish to thank every soldier tonight.
​Thank them whether dead or alive.​​​
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If it weren't for them we wouldn't be,
​Happy, and peaceful, and free​​​​!
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