After what seemed like a lifetime we pulled into the churchyard. Jamies father and closest friends then slowly carried my son down into the cemetery to his final resting place. We all then stood around his grave while the vicar directed the service. As we all said our final prayers, the trumpet sounded and as the coffin was lowered into the grave the 21 gun salute went off followed by everyone putting one red rose into his grave. As the last rose was placed into the grave i went upto Jamies fellow soldiers and complimented them on how smart they looked and thanked them for sharing this final moment with my son. I looked into their young, brave faces and saw the dread of losing a friend. I knew that no matter what he would not be coming back. I felt a soft tear run down my cheek.
Although this was the worst moment of my life, i couldnt be prouder. My son, jamie died a hero fighting for the country he loved. I would never see him again, hold him, laugh with him, Share his smile but nobody could be prouder than i am.
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One Last Hope
AdventureJamie's mum knew it was going to be bad news when two men in uniform unexpectedly turned up on her doorstep one day. But what was the news? (This is is just a short story I wrote for school)
