HALL OF HONOR: HALL OF HONOR

I LIGHT THIS CANDLE

I LIGHT THIS CANDLE
Gregory Z. Payne writes:I light this candle in the honor of the last POW/MIAcasuality of the Vietnam War 1973:U.S.N. COMMANDER HARLEY HUBERT HALLF4-J Phantom fighter jet pilot never to be found.Vancouver, WashingtonIn dedication and in honor fromThe Vietnam Veterans of AmericaHall-Howell Chapter #512Vancouver, Washington"We Salute You, Sir!"Author: Gregory Z. PayneE-mail: teetee199thlib@gmail.com Added:March 29, 2008 I LIGHT THIS CANDLE TO HONOR POW*MIA USN CAPT HARLEY HALL VANCOUVER, WA 98666 I LIGHT THIS CANDLE OPERATION JUST CAUSE

I'AM THE POW I'AM THE MIA

THE POW-MIA
I'm just a nameless
silhouette; nobody knows my face,. Though many of you pray for me each
day;The man you said you won. t forget, in a dark and distant place.I am
the POW; I am the MIA.
I am a Navy pilot; I am a dead Marine;I am
the wounded grunt they couldn. t find.But I'm living still, and I. m long
dead, and I. m somewhere in between,And I can. t believe that I was left
behind.
They killed me in an ambush, and they captured
me alive,And I died when my Huey crashed and burned.They over-ran my
unit, but I managed to survive,And they brought me North in chains when they
returned.
They beat me and they whipped me, and they
worked me . til I dropped.To break my will, they made their best
endeavor.When great despair had gripped me, still the torture never
stopped,And they told me: . We can keep you here forever..
They told me that my parents died, that my kids
were grown and gone; Andmy wife lost hope, and married my best friend. But
there. s a prayer Ihold inside, that helps me to go on: That someone still
remembers, andyou. ll bring me Home again.v
I'm just a nameless silhouette; nobody knows my
face,. Though many of you pray for me each day;The man you said you won.
t forget, in a dark and distant place.I am the POW; I am the MIA.
Tim Murphy �.
1986

THE DEATH OF A SOUL "DRESSED TO KILL"

The Death of a
Soul
"Dressed to Kill"
Did you know that I died in Vietnam? It was not a bloody death. Only the
death of my soul. It was the essence of life that gave
wholeness. The link with God and the universe. The
inner substance that provides security!
Especially in those desperate hours. It
was the Spiritual Self that died. K.I.A. 1968! There was no blood, no tangible evidence, no medal, no letter home announcing
the deceased.
No prayers and no tears were shed. Nor
has any wall been erected, nor any memorial built. Nothing! Only a sence of
violation. an emptyness a change, an inner void. An ever present sense of
loss. the kind of loss you feel when you lose a loved
one. A heartache that lingers with you, You are left struggling without your Spirituality or
wholeness. Only Agony remains!
Darwin D. Savage 101st Airborne - Vietnam
"MOM I'AM HOME!"

THE QUILT

THE QUILT As I faced my Maker at the last Judgement, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Beforeeach of us laid our lives, like the squares of aquilt, in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But, as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges andtemptations I was faced with in everyday life. Isaw hardships that I had endured, which were the largest holes of all.I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares.Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the brighthues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illnessand death, and false accusations that took from memy world as I knew it. I had to start over many times.I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I wouldnot melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had toaccept it for what it had been.I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of mylife to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air.I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image.The face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said,"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each pointof light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Methan there was of you. May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.

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