Say a little prayer

[Just Plain Ruff]

Herbie my friend. I know not what you are going through but I can pray for you, your nephew, his buddy and everyone connected to them.

I am forever grateful to the men/women in uniform for what they sacrifice for this country and their respective countries. All of them deserve our gratitude, not our scorn like so many have given them.

Rest assured, the Ruff's in Missouri are saying a separate prayer for your nephew and his buddy. My son dressed up in a soldier costume this year and the only way I allowed him to do this was if he understood what that uniform stood for. How he was to wear it with pride and honor and believe me, he DID!!!!!!!!

He knows the sacrifice that all the soldiers and their families make on a daily basis and he is stronger for knowing that.

Your community of friends are here for you and ready to listen if you need it.

Take care.

[tniuqs]

My own words would just seem so grossly inadequate, I hope these words would be more fitting ~Author Unknown~ maybe even help in the days to come, a poem in support of your family is my most sincerest prayer.

Herbie: I and am very pleased that you would honour we as an EMT City brotherhood and share your pain, I know we ALL support you in this I have already said a prayer to my Great Spirit and my Guide.

I most sincerely weep unmanly tears, but I am now making a toast to yet another fallen HERO.

I now lift my glass ... it is time for final inspection SIR !

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~

[penguin_pong]

Herbie i'm so sorry to hear about your nephew and his friend. He was still so young. I will keep my prayers with your family.

[Eydawn]

My condolences to you and your family Herbie.

--Wendy

[Lone Star]

My deepest condolences to you and your family in your time of loss.

I wish I had the words to ease the pain and suffering, but unfortunately I cannot give those words, as they do not exist.

Always be proud of the sacrifice that your nephew made, that others in his platoon are able to carry on. That is the definition of a true HERO.

Do not mourn his loss, but rather celebrate his life. Hopefully others will learn of his bravry and selfless dedication to those he served with, and we can all carry on and make this world just a little bit better than we found it.

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family in your time of sadness.

LS

[aussiephil]

Herbie,

my condolences.

This is an ode said by Aussies to remember our fallen, I hope it meas something to you as well

FOR THE FALLEN

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children

England mourns for her dead across the sea,

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

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 remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,

They sit no more at familiar tables of home,

They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires and hopes profound,

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the night.

As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,

As the stars that are stary in the time of our darkness,

To the end, to the end, they remain.