| Location | Everywhere |
| Age | 91 years |
| Cause of Death | In the Line of Duty |
| Date of Birth | 1917 |
| Date of Death | 2008 |
| Visitors | 629 since 23/11/2008 |
| Creator |
For every person who fought in the war who didnt make it home to their loved ones you gave so much courage for what you believed in. Every year you are never forgotten for what you did to help your country and the ones who did make it home we thankyou
♥†♥ A British Serviceman is someone who at one point in his life wrote a blank Cheque made payable to 'United Kingdom' for an amount of 'Up To And Including My Life' ♥†♥ (Unknown) Love Mary xxxx
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?'
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked 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,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
'Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell.'
Author Unknown~
It's the Military, not the reporter who has given us the freedom of the
Press. It's the Military, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of
Speech. It's the Military, not the politicians that ensures our right to
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness. It's the Military who salutes
The flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by
The flag.
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for
The Military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women who have
Served and are currently serving our country and pray for those who
Have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.
Soldiers of glory Oh praise our soldiers of glory, praise their valour and their mightPraise their life they put on the line for us every day and every nightFresh faced they go into battle as they leave their loved ones behindThey see neither fear nor danger as they go toward the frontlineIf there were to be memorials stacked up to heavens highIt would not do them justice for them sacrificing their livesWhere would we be without them I really just don’t know?Our lives would be so different now and all our dreams put on holdLike a mother that comforts her children keeping them safe and warmYou gave us our independence and kept us free from harmSo we all want to say a big thank you, there’s a debt that we’ll never repayGod bless you our soldiers of glory and god protect you now and always.
heros
thank you hero,s for you sacrifice for the good of your fellow man, RIP all rest now xxxxxxxxxx
In Times Of hopelessness
My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.
It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...
Yet finds no direction.
My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.
It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...
Yet it somehow eludes me.
My eyes seek out visions in times of want.
They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...
Yet they cannot see the light.
My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.
They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...
Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.
My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.
They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...
Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.
My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.
It poses intense questions that demand answers ...
Yet there are none to be found.
***
My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.
It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...
And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ... remains intact.
They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning we will renenber them.
RIP all you heroes
I am from a forces family and still have an uncle and his three sons all serving in a war zone together at the moment - they are coming to the end of this tour so we have been very very lucy, if only you had all been as lucky - you are such brave men and women and will never be forgotten x
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