I dedicate this poem;To the "Hero's"
To the boys who grew up and now are gone,
To our fighting young men in South Viet Nam.
You can't imagine the fighting they knew
Your brother, your husband, a friend or a son,
The hell, the agony,the fears and cares,
It can ony be answered by our "Lord" and your prayers.
So many have gone to never return,
With courage and hope and faith as their guide,
Fighting for their country,
These brave men have died.
It's hard to accept the loss of a loved one
We are left with only our memories;
His smile ... His tears ...
His laughter of joy ...
Our brave young men ...
Our brave young boys ...
To them we send;
Our faith ...Thanks ... And love ...
And ascend it straight up,
To their new home above.

Written By ... Donna Sue Snow*
Copyright © 2000




   In Loving Memory 



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Day is done___ Gone the sun___ From the lakes___ From the hills___ From the sky___ All is well___ Safely rest___ God is nigh.


Fading light___ Dims the sight___ And a star gems the sky___ Gleaming bright___ From afar___ Drawing nigh___ Falls the night.


 Thanks and praise___ For our days___ Neath the sun___ Neath the stars___ Neath the sky___ As we go___ This we know___ God is nigh.


The Story Behind
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It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment. When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead. The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son. The request was turned down because the soldier was a Confederate; but, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted. The haunting melody we now know as "Taps" used at military funerals was born.





Please; would you humbly bow your head in a moment of silence or light one small candle; in loving memory; and say a prayer of thanksgiving for our forefathers and ... "ALL" ... those who have served our country in the armed forces, past, present and future. For without these brave men and women, we would not know the joy of ... "FREEDOM" ... as we do today. God Bless each and everyone ... We Salute You! ...
..."YOU" ...
Are Our Hero's!







~ GOD BLESS AMERICA ~

... He Shed His Grace On Thee ...

"Our Home Sweet"

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