The Marine stood and faced God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.


ďStep forward now, you Marine,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To My Church, have you been true?Ē


The Marine squared his shoulders and said,

ďNo Lord, I guess I ainít.

Because those of us who carry guns,

Canít always be a saint.


Iíve had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough.

And sometimes Iíve been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.


But I never took a penny,

That wasnít mine to keep . . .

Though I work a lot of overtime,

When the bills got just too steep.


And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear,

And sometimes, God forgive me,

Iíve wept unmanly tears.


I know I donít deserve a place,

Among the people here,

They never wanted me around,

Except to calm their fears.


If Youíve a place for me here Lord,

It neednít be so grand,

I never expected or had too much,

But if You donít, Iíll understand.Ē


There was a silence all around the Throne,

Where the Saints had often trod,

As the Marine waited quietly,

For the judgment from his God.


ďStep forward now, you Marine,

Youíve borne your burdens well.

Walk peacefully on Heavenís streets,

You have done your time in Hell.Ē


~ author unknown ~

Do Not Stand and Weep

Do not stand by my grave and weep!
I am not there, I do not sleep!
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die!

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

"All Gave Some, Some Gave All"


Remember Our Fallen Heroes

A Day to Remember


               Those Who Served...
If You're Reading This
This song will always have a special place in my heart.
It brings back memories of the funeral I went to two summers ago on a PGR mission here on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.

Taps The Bugler's Cry-The Origin of Sounding Taps 

Jari Villanueva explains the origins of

America's most famous bugle call.




The graphic in the top left corner is by Robert Tracy, used with permission. Thank you, Robert.
Photos are mine, from the Patriot Guard Riders Mission for Spc. Eric T. Caldwell, January 15, 2007, Salisbury, MD.
Not a day goes by that I don't remember the sacrifices, past and present, made by our men and women in uniform.
With Gratitude and Respect,

Copyright(c) 2007-2014  All Rights Reserved.

Memorial Day - Arlington (Trace Adkins) 

Memorial Day Tribute to members of the United States Armed Forces who now rest in peace in Arlington National Cemetery - set to the song - "Arlington" by Trace Adkins -

In honor of the Fallen Heroes...

A collection of YouTube videos I found surfing around. The first two are of poems I use in when making condolence books...

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better.

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,

who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause,

who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails

while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

  -Theodore Roosevelt, From a speech given in Paris at the Sorbonne in 1910