Cemetery Watchmen

[bersaguy]

I realize this is a rather long read but I have read it in the past and a friend sent it to me again this morning and requested I forward it. I thought I would forward it here as I think it is a great reminder of truth.

 

Cemetery Watchmen .

 

My friend Kevin and I are volunteers at a National cemetery in Oklahoma
and put in a few days a month in a 'slightly larger' uniform. Today had
been a long, long day and I just wanted to get the day over with and go
down to Smokey's and have a cold one. Sneaking a look at my watch,

I saw the time, 16:55 . Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are
closed for the day.
Full dress was hot in the August sun Oklahoma summertime was as bad as
ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville,
looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace..
An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane
and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly
bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier,
my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But
for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along,
we might make it to Smokey's in time.

I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first
step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military
sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine
full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes
after I beganthe watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with
an old woman's squint.

'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'

She took long enough to answer.


'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow
these days.'

'My pleasure, ma'am.'

(Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.)


She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

' Vietnam , ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine.
I'll be as quick as I can.'

I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie
from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can
do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman,
and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time..'

'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked
one of the flower bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.

She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the
marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC:
France 1918.
 She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section,
stopping at one stone I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her
cheek.

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen
X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,Stanley J.
Wieserman, USMC, 1944..

She paused for a second and more tears flowed. 'Two
more, son, and we'll be done'

I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am.
Take your time.'

She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have
lost my way.'

I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of
stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch onLarry
Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the laston Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out and
more tears flowed.

'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephenwas my uncle,
Stanleywas my husband,Larryand Darrelwere our sons. All killed in
action, all Marines.'

She stopped! Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.


She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed
it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.

'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something
I've got to do.'


Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke
the rules to get us down the service road fast. We beat her.

She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.


'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost.

Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the
short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:
'TehenHut!

Present Haaaarms!'

  I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress
attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a
send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for
knowing duty, honor and sacrifice far beyond the realm of most.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.


Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer:  'Lord,
keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or
overseas.

Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in
our thoughts.  They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.'

Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a
nation gone under!

[hipower]

Thank you for posting this.

 

May we never forget our fallen.

[GuitaRx]

Brought a tear to my eyes..

[McGarrett]

Great story! May we never forget the sacrifices that are made to protect our freedom.

[Monkeyman2500]

He was a grate man and a great Marine for doing that. Edited November 16, 2013 by Monkeyman2500

[Grand Torino]

Jesus....what a story. :usa:  :usa:  :usa: