Day is done.gone the sun, from the lake, from the hill, from the sky.
 All is well. Safely rest, God is nigh.
 Thanks and praise, for our days, neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky.
 As we go this we know.
God is nigh.















Deceased Chapter Members

 
Terry J. Baldwin



David Bernhardt

Billy j. Cole
M-3519
 
Billy Craig
D-324
 
Roy Dowling
M-3325

Henry Dunlap
D-249

Ralph Ford
A-308
 

Thomas D. Green
D-1558

Bill Hart
 

Jessie Hollingworth
D-1071
 
George C. Love
M-2591

Eugene Mathews
M-3323

Epimenio F. Munoz
D-6405
 
John E. Richardson
D-2579

Cliff Roberts
D-3123

Eugene Rockholt
D-1093
 
Garry D. Stamm
D-489

Billy Thomas
D-823-L

Robert J. Unruh
M-3351
 
Richard C. Watts
D-907





A SOLDIER DIED TODAY

He was getting old and paunchy his hair was falling fast and he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past Of a war that he had fought in, and the deeds that he had done. In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, everyone. And 'though sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke, all his buddies listened, for they knew where of he spoke. But we'll hear his tales no longer, for ol' Bob has passed away, and the world's a little poorer, for a Soldier died today. No, he won't be mourned by many, just his children and his wife-. For he lived an ordinary, very quiet sort of life. He held a job and raised a family, quietly going on his way, and the world won't note his passing; though a Soldier died today. When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state, while thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great. Papers tell of their life stories, from the time that they were young, but the passing of a soldier, goes unnoticed, and unsung. Is the greatest contribution, to the welfare of our land, some jerk that breaks his promise and cons his fellow man? Or the ordinary fellow, who in times of war and strife, goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life? The politician's stipend and the style in which he lives, are sometimes disproportionate, to the service that he gives. While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all, is paid off with a medal and perhaps a pension, small. Its so easy to forget them, for it is so long ago, that our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys, went to battle, but we know. It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys, who won for us the freedom, that our Country now enjoys. Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand, would you really want some cop-out, with his ever-waffling stand? Or would you want a Soldier, who has sworn to defend, his home, his kin, and Country, and would fight until the end? He was just a common Soldier and his ranks are growing thin, but his presence should remind us, we may need his like again. For when countries are in conflict, then we find the Soldier's part Is to clean up all the troubles, that the Politicians start. If we cannot do him honor, while he's here to hear the praise, then at least let's give him homage, at the ending of his days. Perhaps just a simple headline, in the paper that might say

OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY.
Author Anonymous.