Like thousands of poignant goose bumps raising from hallowed ground
The torment of lost and broken souls creates nary an audible sound
This sacred ground is readied to envelope another source
A hollow place awaits a box; simplicity daunting in force
The box contains a hero. A son, brother, a dad
A husband, twice, who lost both loves. A patriot; country-clad
A survivor from the very start. A twin - left all alone
Searching to fill an empty void, unhappy on his own
He battled wars; claimed victories, secured bridges; grew up too quick
Dedicated himself to others; churches, orphans, and the sick
His thoughts were always on others; be it a veteran or a wife
His faith in God and Country bore a Bible, flag-draped life
He has earned this privilege - this internment to blessed land
Welcome home, hero, to Arlington, back by Momma, as you planned
After nearly a century . . . at ease, soldier, rest in peace
Thank you for your service, may your earthly worries cease
Thank you for your laughter. Thank you for your good
Thank you for your stamina. There's a hole where you once stood
Another goose bump on the horizon. Arlington's army grows by one
Heaven's gained another hero. God's called home another son.
We love you and we miss you Alfonso
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