Picture provided by the family to "attitude" of Cpl Ryan J. Buckley in Iraq.  A warrior pose if I ever saw one!

He died where manhood’s morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still were falling toward the west.  He had not passed on life’s highway the stone that marks the highest point, but, being weary for a moment, lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life, he passed to silence.  He was the friend of all heroic souls.  He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed.  He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers.  Robert Green Ingersoll