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Go forth brother and clear the way,
As you did for me when we both were young.
On your final journey you leave this day,
As the prayers are said and the bells are rung.

Long ago at the front you led,
And made as we trekked, here and there a mark,
To guide us back to a leafy bed:
A chevron white, on a tree’s brown bark.

Blaze a trail to the great unknown,
And on each trunk carve an arrowhead;
So if by then it be overgrown,
I will see the scars, and your path I’ll tread.

{In memory of Danny Allen O’Brien Warrant Officer class 1 27/04/1947 – 29/05/2016 R.I.P.}