Staff Sargent 1938-1945 Served in the U.S. Army 82nd Airborne, under Major General James Gavin. He jumped into Sicily and Normandy on D-Day, 1944. Fought in Italy at the Anzio Beachhead.
Easter and spring was his favorite holiday and season He died April 19th Easter on a beautiful spring day.
Loyal Husband, Loving Father.
Native American.
"Invictus"
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeons of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Easter and spring was his favorite holiday and season He died April 19th Easter on a beautiful spring day.
Loyal Husband, Loving Father.
Native American.
"Invictus"
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeons of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Staff Sargent 1938-1945 Served in the U.S. Army 82nd Airborne, under Major General James Gavin. He jumped into Sicily and Normandy on D-Day, 1944. Fought in Italy at the Anzio Beachhead.
Easter and spring was his favorite holiday and season He died April 19th Easter on a beautiful spring day.
Loyal Husband, Loving Father.
Native American.
"Invictus"
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeons of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Easter and spring was his favorite holiday and season He died April 19th Easter on a beautiful spring day.
Loyal Husband, Loving Father.
Native American.
"Invictus"
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeons of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
