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This
page is a tribute to Sgt. Mark P. Adams USMC, who paid the ultimate
sacrifice in the service of his country, when a roadside bomb
exploded near his HMMV( Hum Vee) in Ramadi, Iraq, an area west of Baghdad
. Mark was a former North Carolina High School wrestler. He
volunteered his time as an assistant coach of the wrestling team at his
former upon completion of his first tour of duty in The United States
Marine Corps. Mark chose to return and serve a second tour in
the U.S. Marine Corps after a break in service. His decision was
derived from a sense of duty to his country in in the Global War on
Terrorism.
His character and dedication to duty is in keeping with the highest
traditions of the United States Armed Forces. His unyielding character,
honor and dedication to duty is a shining example to the administration,
coaching staff, wrestlers and parents of his former high school as well as
the entire wrestling community.
"I cannot understand why such good men have to die with so many battles
left to fight."
General George S. Patton Jr. USA
North African Campaign WWII |
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Young Warriors:
Should
Fate Find You on the Battlefield,
May Your Cause Be a Just One.
May Your Courage Not Falter.
May You Show Mercy to Your Enemies.
May Your Efforts Bring the Blessings of Peace.
May You Be Triumphant and Earn Victory.
May Your Sacrifice be always Appreciated.
May You Endure the Conflict Unharmed.
Should You be Harmed,
May Your Wounds Heal.
Should You Perish in the Struggle,
May God Embrace You and
Find a Place for You in his Kingdom. .............
~
Scott
A. Tackett Sr
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THE FINAL INSPECTION
The
Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were
shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The Marine squared his shoulders and
said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work
most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took
a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never
passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've
a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a
silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
~Author
Unknown~
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