3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 3 shots were fired, silence, 21 shots fired in all and silence. A bugle, taps is played, silence, a pipe is play and silence. The flag folded and silence. Honor served and silence.
Audi Murphy, ken Curtis, Ira Hayes, and silence. Roy Oliver Durham, Sterling Harold Roylance, and silence.
Like a pair of wild sea gulls.
We’d sail and soar, far out from shore.
And light on the sea when it lulls.
We’d fly to the sunset, to an Island of Peace.
Among mangroves and palm trees to hide.
And build a nest far out in the west.
With life and love we’d abide.
Side by side we’d glide, and ride on the tide.
Cross the billows and breakers with ease:
We would hide from the storm and wait for the calm.
But soar high in the sunlight and breeze.
And grieve not to leave the world of unrest,
The rock of ages we’d find:
And there we could rest in our sheltered nest,
Far away from the strife of mankind.
Poem by Wesley Andrews
This is on a post card that my dad bought somewhere in world war two. He never mailed it to anyone. He saved it in his photo album which was give to me after he died. He never talked about the war. I have found that men and women that served in battle have a silence, a un-clamed silence in them. I have never been in battle; I served but never in battle. We owe them more then silence. There is not many of the WW II vets left, one more found the inland of peace January, 15 2011 Sterling Harold Roylance.