…and the last post rings out over the graveyard

as we recounted the sad winter’s tale.

Your bugle now safely wrapped along with your R.E.M.E. beret

as those who loved you came to mourn and mark Time in the time

honoured way.

A husband, proud, strong and decent.

A Father and Uncle much adored and who was someone to look

up to;  a brother to many who lined the aisle of the church

much like the way in which the trains

stood majestically when they had

come to a

halt.