| Wayne Cantwell, Sargent Major Served: 1967 |
| WE DROP OUR ROCKS ANYWHERE |
A dead soldier was facing God, For lives will always pass; He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward, now How shall I deal with you; Have you always turned the other cheek, To my bible always true?" The soldier snapped to attention, "No, Lord, I guess I aint; It seems that we who carry guns, Can't always be a saint." "I've had to work most Sundays, My work was always rough; At times I have been violent, Because the job was tough." "But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep; Though I worked a lot of overitme, When my bills became to steep." "I never passed a cry for help, But often shook with fears, And sometimes, God, forgive me, I have wept unmanly tears." "I know I don't deserve a place, Among these good folks here; They never wanted me around, Unless a war was near." "But if you have room for me, It need not be too grand; I never had, or needed much, Im sure you understand." A silence fell around that throne, Where saints had often trod; The dead soldier, with baited breath, Feared judgement from his God. "Step forward now, U.S. soldier, You've borne your burdens well; Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done you're time in hell." |
| 1st SGT Wayne Cantwell |
Richard Pratt He was our original 1st Sgt. Also, he was the youngest E-8 in the U.S. Army. Came over with the original bunch in Jan. 1967 |
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