Fuzz died at home in Egelston Township. Mom took care of him and was with him when he passed.
Soldiers Grave by Pearl Rivers
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
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
Its 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.
Soldiers Grave by Pearl Rivers
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
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
Its 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.
Fuzz died at home in Egelston Township. Mom took care of him and was with him when he passed.
Soldiers Grave by Pearl Rivers
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
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
Its 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.
Soldiers Grave by Pearl Rivers
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
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
Its 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.
