Grief stole my Christmas

When grief stole my Christmas,and the lights from the tree.It also took awaythe light that shone in me. It stole the season's greetingswritten on every card.It dried up all my words,making communicating hard. It stole every bauble I had hungand left my branches bare.The thing is though, if I'm honest,I didn't really care. Grief didn't just steal my ChristmasIt had also taken me.It left a shell of a person.I forget who I used to be. Until one day I was out walking,and there sitting in a tree,was the most beautiful robinstaring down at me. Those bare branches came to life.It shone the colour red.A reflection of its breast,sent memories to my head. With the flutter of its wings,my heart too began to flutter.and then it sang a tuneand with that I had to stutter. The words of Christmas carolshad found their voice again.The glitter that was stolennow fell down with the rain. I couldn't wait to get home.I knew grief would still be there,but it never did steal...
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The unknown soldier.

On November 7th, 1920, in strictest secrecy, four unidentified British bodies were exhumed from temporary battlefield cemeteries at Ypres, Arras, the Asine and the Somme. None of the soldiers who did the digging were told why. The bodies were taken by field ambulance to GHQ at St-Pol-Sur-Ter Noise. Once there, the bodies were draped with the union flag. Sentries were posted and Brigadier-General Wyatt and a Colonel Gell selected one body at random. The other three were reburied. A French Honour Guard was selected and stood by the coffin overnight of the chosen soldier overnight. On the morning of the 8th November, a specially designed coffin made of oak from the grounds of Hampton Court arrived and the Unknown Warrior was placed inside. On top was placed a crusaders sword and a shield on which was inscribed: "A British Warrior who fell in the GREAT WAR 1914-1918 for King and Country". On the 9th of November, the Unknown Warrior was taken by horse-drawn carriage through Guards of Honour...
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