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In Memoriam

 

Twenty Third 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's 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 good ness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Amen.
 

A Veteran's Last Farewell: Raymond C. Gugel  
With hushed and metered steps,
     the small procession strode.
They bore a casket, humbly carved:
     "A Comrade to his last abode."
The Nation's flag was soft unfurled,
     and draped across the bier.
For this was not a common grave:
     A veteran would be buried here.
Around the grave the mourners stood;
     a quiet stillness filled the air.
The Chaplain stood and bowed his head,
     and offered quiet prayer.

"Lord, bless our faithful Comrade here,
     and lead him to his rest.
He served his land in time of war.

He served and passed the test.

What battles won, or  battles lost,
     we do not keep the score.
His youth, his courage,
he gave of all.
He was a Veteran - nothing more.

This man was precious to his country.
A son who heard the call.
He served to keep his Nation free;
He fought to save us all.
And so we come to pay respects,
     to an honored Veteran son.
In praising him we praise them all,
     who fought with sword and gun.
Farewell, loyal son;
we leave you here.
Our debt to you is vast, to you and every Veteran,
     our gratitude will last."

The Chaplain paused,
and closed his book,
     and thus he ended prayer.
The Honor Guard retrieved the flag,
     and folded it with care.

Three times the last command rang out.
Three times shots broke the lull.
A muffled bugle sounded taps.
The Veteran's last farewell.
Sleep here, brave son;
Your nation bids you well.
You earned your place in Paradise.
Now rest where heroes dwell.

Funeral (Honor Team) Contact:  Tim Baranzyk at    

tbaranzyk@wi.rr.com