vietnam veteran passes

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norshorblufish

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We laid to rest my oldest cousin Wednesday he was 69 years old.
He served two tours of duty in Vietnam with the Black Horse Air Cavalry.
He pass away from MS which they believe may have been due to agent orange.
He also served 20 years in the Minnesota National Guard , was a volunteer fireman until the MS
became to much. His wife is one of a kind she stuck by his side the whole time.
When I was growing up his family lived next door to us in a duplex. He and his younger brother
are both older then me. They were like older brothers to me and I true appreciated that. They taught me how to play baseball. My dad was in construction trade working out of town a lot.
He's only 6 years older then me. When someone that young passes it make you think of your own mortality.

I'm going to miss him.

Godspeed Bruce
 
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Prayers for you and your family, my brother in law also served in Vietnam and has health issues from Agent Orange, he is 72 and in very poor health, such a shame after serving our country to have their lives cut short.
 
Guys like him remind me we are only on this earth for a short time and we need to help others and try to leave the world a little better place.
 
Sorry for this, we are losing more and more of us. My condolences to you.
 
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead Troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.

Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No Trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.

And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.
 
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RIP and Godspeed brother!
 
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