Prayer/poem for fallen soldiers...
There's a small prayer/poem I've seen some post when there's a post about fallen soldiers. It ends with something about "...now guards the gates of heaven..." or something to that effect. Can someone please post the entire thing?
For some reason, the search feature doesn't work for me...that's why I'm asking.
This one? Posted by 100_Percent_Hooah
We walked among the crosses
Where our fallen soldiers lay.
And listened to the bugle
As taps began to play.
The Chaplin led a prayer
We stood with heads bowed low.
And I thought of fallen comrades
I had known so long ago.
They came from every city
Across this fertile land.
That we might live in freedom.
They lie here 'neath the sand.
I felt a little guilty
My sacrifice was small.
I only lost a little time
But these men lost their all.
Now the services are over
For this Memorial Day.
To the names upon these crosses
I just want to say,
Thanks for what you've given
No one could ask for more.
May you rest with God in heaven
From now through evermore.
No sorry. But thanks, this poem is a nice one. The one I'm trying to find is shorter, and I could swear it was posted a few times in the forums.
tear drop, tear drop....
great poem honoring our fallen
is it the one at the end with:
to st. michaels he will tell,
another soldier reporting for duty sir
i've served my time in hell.
oooo, that gave me chills. I know what poem your talking about to.
Originally Posted by jedisponge
When a soldier goes to heaven
To St. Peter he will tell
just another soldier reporting sir
i've served my time in hell
I googled it and there is another version of this poem that is for the marines
Re: Prayer/poem for fallen soldiers...
Here's the closest thing I could find:
Originally Posted by One_A
The bar was loud and full of fun
The news was on TV
No one seemed to listen
No one seemed to care
Another soldier fallen
Another good life lost
No one seems to listen
No one seems to care
Then a young woman enters
Walks up to the bar
She orders up two drinks
One for him and her
"This one's for my cousin Kirk and this one is for me"
He promised he would be here
When he got his leave
But he died a hero
Now there's only me
Soon the bar got quiet
Listening to her words
This is what she told them
Quickly finishing her drink
I couldn't understand the reason
Why he had to go
My mind was full of questions
My heart was full of fear
His words were reassuring
As he said to me
"Mandy, take heart, keep faith in us, we will not let you down
For we have a job to do,it's time we earn our pay."
He left a goodbye letter
To his friends and family
He told us not to mourn him
He died for his beliefs
His cause was something greater
Greater than one's self
He now guards the Gates of Heaven
Wearing his dress blues
The one request he made of us
Was to remember him
And for who and why he served
He did not want us to forget
With those words she raised his glass
Then looked around the room
"You'll never be forgotten, my cousin and my friend"
Though death has parted us for now
We will meet again
The reason why you gave your life
Everyone will know
For freedom and security
You died for one and all
So here's to you and all who serve
She paused and simply added.
When she turned and walked away
Her words still stayed with them
Now they finally understood
It took a fallen soldier
To make them realize
The price for fun and freedom
That we all enjoy
Now they seemed to listen
Now they seemed to care
It took a fallen soldier for them to realize.....
In loving memory of my nephew
Sgt. Kirk Straseskie
One of the few, the Proud
November 9, 1979-May 19, 2003
I was trying to find an appropriate prayer for one of my Battle of the Bulge members that passed this week and found this post. Probably WAY too late to respond but this may be what One-A was looking for:
THE SHEEPDOG’S PRAYER
The Knights of Olde were Men of Honor
Who used their Might For Right!
Today they’re known as Sheepdogs
Those who carry on the fight.
I am a tired old Sheepdog,
The guardian of my flock.
I keep the predators at bay
And stand watch around the clock.
Please stop the Sheep from pulling my teeth.
I’ll need them for the fight,
When the hungry Wolves come calling
Some dark and deadly night.
I pray I never need my gun
But someday if I do,
May my cause be just!
My draw be quick!
And my aim be ever true!
Heaven holds a special place
For those who do the deed,
Defenders of the innocent
In their hour of need.
May the Sheep someday be grateful.
There’s a debt they cannot pay,
To the Sheepdogs who lay it on the line
Each and every day.
I am proud to be a Sheepdog.
I’ve done my very best.
I’ll stand my watch until my Maker
Calls me home to rest.
But when I meet Saint Peter,
There’s just one request I’ll make:
“Please let me spend Eternity
Standing guard at Heaven’s Gate.”
"It Is The Soldier . . .."
Thank You for that poem, "The Sheepdog's Prayer."
My Father would have liked that one as well. You see he too was in the Battle of the Bulge.
A Sgt with the 509th PIB and came up through Italy as part of Operation Dragoon.
Thanks to my sister who did some family research found Pop's Military papers along with his orders that puts him right there, marked the same day that Brig. Gen. A. McAuliffe gave his famous quote to the German Command, "NUTS". Unfortunately, the records fall short of his exact whereabouts but the dates match up. I am truly sorry to hear of your members passing. And, I offer this up for him and all others who gave some and all.
"It is the Soldier (Warrior), not the reporter, Who Has
given Us Freedom of Press. It is the Soldier, Not the
poet who has given us Freedom of Speech. It is the
Soldier, not the campus organizer that has given us the
Freedom to Demonstrate. It is the Soldier, not the lawyer
that has given us the Right to a Fair Trial. It is the Soldier,
Who Salutes the Flag, Serves Under the Flag, and Whose
Coffin is Draped by the Flag, Who gave the protester the
right to burn."
Take Care and God Bless