By Reppard A. Andrews
As they lower me into my grave, let not a tear be shed.
I fought to keep my country free, and now my Lord, I’m going to see. For just my body’s dead.
As they fold the flag and fire the shots, let no emotions show.
Stand firm and brave, beside my grave.
And listen as the bugle blows.
Weep not for me as you walk away, turn not for one last look.
As the haunting strain of Taps remain,
Press a kiss upon your holy book.
The spades will softly turn the soil, as I wing away with God.
The diggers will refill the pit,
until signs of death retract from it, and replace the torn sod.
As years go by and memories fade, my stone shall stand erect.
Among the rest, who gave their best,
Our freedom to protect.
