Born and raised in Cullman County;second of nine children of Jack and Bea Alvis;proudly served his country in US Army with tour in Vietnam 1967-68-Gone way too soon-our beloved brother.
Soldier's Grave
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldier's grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
it should be Holy ground.
Speak softly, lest no careless laugh,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
when morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
It's thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
ere laid beneath this sod;
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
---Pearl Rivers
Soldier's Grave
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldier's grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
it should be Holy ground.
Speak softly, lest no careless laugh,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
when morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
It's thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
ere laid beneath this sod;
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
---Pearl Rivers
Born and raised in Cullman County;second of nine children of Jack and Bea Alvis;proudly served his country in US Army with tour in Vietnam 1967-68-Gone way too soon-our beloved brother.
Soldier's Grave
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldier's grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
it should be Holy ground.
Speak softly, lest no careless laugh,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
when morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
It's thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
ere laid beneath this sod;
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
---Pearl Rivers
Soldier's Grave
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldier's grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
it should be Holy ground.
Speak softly, lest no careless laugh,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
when morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
It's thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
ere laid beneath this sod;
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
---Pearl Rivers
Inscription
"In His will is our peace"
