A Stafford is many things, a pal, a dad, the son of a mother. But once James had his cap badge, he became our brother He did not brag and shout, of the things that he had done He saw no need to talk to strangers, of battles he had won A Stafford does not glory hunt, or demand a stash of gongs James had no use for story’s, or daft heroic songs Instead he did it all quietly, but with his head held high Always the true professional, he did not question why A born leader, a Soldier, a man you would follow into war A boxer, a fighter, a true gentleman and much more Words cannot convey, our sadness and sorrow For James has now gone, and has no tomorrow James Stewart we are proud, to have called you a friend Our condolences to his family, with much love do we send He will never be forgotten, in our hearts he remains forever A warrior now at rest, with his old comrades, reunited, together.