Our Brother, Chuck, at age 20, was killed in an automobile accident in 1959. Chuck served in the United States Marine Corp from 1956 to 1959. We were all so Proud of Him.!! I know Dad was thinking of Chuck when he wrote this poem.
"Cemetery"

We go there, yet we hold our tears,
For one that we both hold so dear.
And after years of silent pain,
When we go there, tears start again.
Because we hold their memory dear,
We had them once, which helps to cheer.
We know they're gone for eternity,
But the memories we cannot free.
So because we hold their memory dear,
We'll both go back, year after year.

E.H.Coe 1972
My Husband  Sam, and Dad's Grandson Tim, also served in the United States Marine Corp. We are Proud of Them  as Well!!!
Click on the little guy for the words and information about the "Taps"