Beginning and The End

Thinly veiled in fog
Is my grandfather's grave
Thickly wrapped from the cold
Am I
Fleshed out on the stone
Words written
Epitome
Dates
Beginning and an end
The path all must walk
In line of duty and out
For my forefather,
The flag
Folded
The salutes
Fired
Taps
Played
And the land around has stilled
A man of God and country
Laid at last to rest
In country he loved.
As I stand
I in awe of this legacy
This man
The father of my father
A fighter for this land
In his prints I step
Am I prepared to stand?