The Old Salt.
(WW2 Veteran funeral poem)

by Mac McGovern
(Pensacola, Fl)

The Old Salt was a special man
who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed,
when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
but,
by what men lived and judged
the worth of each,
a man who lived a life
most of us cannot comprehend.

An era now gone
as this warriors tour of duty ends
at this station, and begins anew
in the heavenly fleet.

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward,
he leaves behind in each of us
the best of what he was.

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior,
the last of the breed from an era
when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty
that takes him away from us for now.

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember,
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye,
as he draws upon his pipe,
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.



The Old Salt is a great eulogy for WWII Navy military veterans and retired, I can adapt for all services.

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The Old Salt
by: Sandra Johnson

We used this poem as the eulogy for my father, a WWII veteran...there was not a dry eye in the church.

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Hero Had To Do
What A Hero Had To Do

by Bobby Graham
(wytheville Va.)

You fight for your family and you fight for your country, nation, and the people of it.
You had to fight so much that you had to go.
First at home, then war, and now your home where god has a place for you that you can call your own.
You told god your stories and how much you had to fight.
Then the father that knows you best said you can stop the fight and rest.

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A Soldier Came Home

by Rev Bob Leonard
(Ashtabula, OH)

Today a soldier came home
not marching down the street
to waves and cheers
but in a box covered
with a flag of Red, White and Blue

the flags are at half staff
And the people line the road home
with bowed heads
and tears in their eyes
For a soldier came home today

As the hearse came to its final stop
His brothers in olive green gathered round
They gently lifted that flag draped box
and then carried him, and gently put him down

Mother, Father and family followed in
with tears flowing down
There was a silence, that screamed with pain
for all knew a great loss
for a soldier came home today

Why did he have to die,
the question rings out
He was so full young and full of life
There was so much he had to offer,
And yet he went to fight for what
he felt was right
always knowing full well
that he might be asked to make
that supreme sacrifice

He is home now and soon
He will lie with those other
Honored dead in that hallowed ground
Called arlington
A soldier has come home today

In memory of PFC Michael Metcalf
Killed in action in Afghanastan
April 22, 2012

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Fallen Heroes

by Joye Atkinson
(Gallatin TN USA)

From the time I was conceived God had for me a plan
He wanted me to get involved to help my fellow man
I know some were against it but God knows what is best
Since the day He took me home I've had perfect rest
Heaven is so beautiful I'm walking streets of gold
Now I'm serving others including saints of old
I know some still have anger about the way I died
But God and I both have seen the many tears you've cried
He is a God of comfort whose love will never cease
Give your feelings to Him and He will give you peace
As difficult as it may be please don't hold a grudge
Remember this my loved ones God alone will judge
Then on that resurrection day when all the dead will rise; the Lord will reunite us together in the skies
So don't give up my loved ones my memory is still alive
Put your trust in the Lord; I know you will survive!

In Loving Memory of all Soldiers, Police & Firefighters

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WHEN FREEDOM BLED

by By R J Scarr
(East Sussex, Brighton, England )

When came the moment, came the men.
But they were made from special seed.
And so they flocked to heed the call.
For they were men of yesterday's breed.

Allied, they came from far and wide,
to fight in Freedom's name.
And valour was their watchword.
But their likes will never come again.

They were your Uncles and your Grandads,
of every colour, culture, creed.
And they came because they could not bear,
to watch the cause for Freedom bleed.

They fought upon the battlefields.
On the sea and in the air.
There was barely a parent in their lands,
who could not say: "My boy is there!"

Time and time they risked their lives.
Even knowing time was running out.
Yet still they ventured into hell.
That's what raw courage is all about.

They fought the scourge of tyranny
to keep us safe and free.
And many thousands gave their lives,
to protect the cause of liberty.

So spare a moment now and then,
in the midst of this and that.
To send a prayer of thanks to them.
And if you have one. Doff your hat.











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