When you Last Day is Past,
Some Bright Star from afar,
Over your Grave
Watch will Keep
While You Sleep
With the Brave
Lest we Forget…
Some of the men that jumped for our freedom…
In Memory of Joseph R. Beyrle, I
25th August 1923 (Muskegon – Michigan) – 12th December 2004 (Toccoa – Georgia)
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven;
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up
that which is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
a time to break down,
and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stoned,
and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time
to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
As printed on Joe’s Memorial Service Card – thanks to Mark Durivage
And the men were called together and they stood in the orchard on either side of a low
earthen mound which fenced the fields. Upon the earth hedgerow stood Lt. Col R.L. Wolverton:
‘Men, I am not a religious man and I don’t know your feelings in this matter,
but I am going to ask you to pray with me for the success of the mission before us.
And while we pray let us get on our knees and not look down,
but up with faces raised to the sky’.
