POEMS

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PATRIOTIC   IN MEMORIAM    MISSING YOU    GENERAL

Memories

Memories last longer than dreams,

Of this you can be sure

For when you lose someone you love

You leave ajar a door

From time to time you will look inside.

Where you will see a book

It’s called the book of memories

Just sit and take a look.

As you turn the pages one by one

Thinking of days gone by

You will recall such memories

That makes you feel warm inside.

Every ones life is like a book

A beginning, middle, and end

But the book that we call memories

Will be read time and time again.

Sandra Woolridge (copyright)

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A tribute to the Fallen

Trenchard Lines 19th July, 2007

Submitted by Sean Caulwell in memory of his brother Cpl. Matthew Caulwell, SAC Peter McFerran and SAC Christopher Dunsmore killed in Iraq on July 19th 2007 through a mortar attack on their base.  The words were written by a Medic and read at Matthew's funeral
 
As the sun rises I still feel the blanket of night
You are the one now who will have eternal light
My heart aches, each part of me filled with sorrow
We've fought today, but I need the strength for tomorrow
Your memory, your presence I promise we'll protect
And with it our admiration, gratuity and profound respect
So sleep peacefully now, may your heart be filled with pride
We'll fight harder, be stronger, knowing you're by our side
They haven't won, they've pulled us together
They haven't taken you away because you'll live forever
So I'll catch each tear and hold my head high
I'll smile and Thank You but won't say 'Goodbye'
 
Composed by SAC Claire Magee (COMBMC)

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THE FINAL INSPECTION
Author unknown

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 silence around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the soldier waited quietly
For the judgement 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.

To all that serve!

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