Fallen Brothers
LESS WE FORGET…THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE
The 23rd Psalm
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
HONOR, RESPECT AND REMEMBRANCE
Lt. Col. Raymond L. LeBeau
7-2-1997 (CO)
Edward Matthews
3-31-1994
No obituary available
Richard Fallert
3-11-1996
No obituary available
K. Vance Steiner
5-19-1997
No obituary available
Harvey Ray Taylor
5-27-1997
No obituary available
Mike Cline
8-26-01
David Alan Linse
10-5-2001
Edwin Hunsiker
12-2005
No obituary available
Joe Mc Bride
9-20-2006
No obituary available
William “Bill” Crawford
5-28-2007
Edward O’Brien
7-1984
No obituary available
Stanley Ralph
2006
No obituary available
Fred deGraaf
2-10-11
No obituary available
Larry Estes
7-2012
No obituary available
John Wingate
4-5-2013
No obituary available
Roger Rhien
4-15-2013
No obituary available
Reginald Doern
8-17-2013
No obituary available
Clare Brower
3/5/2018
No obituary available
Jack Cramer
3-22-2017
Israel Zuniga
4-14-2005
No obituary available
Arvid Kelley
4-16-2020
No obituary available
Freddie J. Hyatt
4-15-2023
No obituary available
Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Fallen Heroes
Fallen heroes one by oneIn the news there's another one
Whether they fight or are on call
It's time to thank them once and for all
To all you soldiers across the land
On call or in the promised land
You're in our hearts , you're in our souls
We thank you greatly as the conflicts unfold
Fallen heroes one by one Let's pray to God there's not another one
Whether they fought for our freedom
or are on call
It's time to thank them once and for all
Thanks to Roger Loiseau of New Haven, CT
for calling me and emailing this to me
Just Stay... Author unknown
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man.She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly
saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the
old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted
ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and
rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of
the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did
what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too
sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him.. What was this Gentleman's
Name?
The Nurse with Tears in Her Eyes Answered, Mr. William Grey.............
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.