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Larry Counts

David Cloud 
19 Jan 49 - 18 Nov 2000

Bill Gardner

"Hang Ten" Terry  Ryan 
11 Mar 46 - 23 Sep 01

Harold V. (Doc Marty) Martin 
14 Jan 35 - 19 Nov 01

Duane Davis 
18 Jul 47 - 14 Mar 02

John "Amos the Famous" Parker 
21 Aug 31 - 3 May 02

Tony Poe 

Ed Ulrich

Joe (JP4Joe) Gagnon 
26 Jan 44 - 25 Sep 03

Chris (Jepp) Jeppeson
3 Apr 53 - 23 Dec 03

James R. (JimBart) Bartholomew
3 Feb 2004

Ray Hatmaker
26 Mar 2004

Beverely Haire 
2 Apr 2004 

Matthew D. Kirkpatrick


   The Final Inspection

           The soldier stood and faced his God
           Which must always come to pass
           He hoped his shoes were shining
           Just as brightly as his brass.

           Step forward now, you soldier,
           How shall I deal with you?
           Have you always turned the other cheek?
           To My Church have you been true?

           The soldier 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 soldier waited quietly,
           For the judgment of his God,

          Step forward now, you soldier,
           You've borne your burdens well,
           Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
           You've done your time in Hell.