I was out of town at the time that Jack Sheahan passed away. Please print the following poem as a tribute to him. The author of this poem is unknown.
C.A. Bud Collette, Payson
He Was A Soldier
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion,
Of a war that he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, everyone.
And tho sometimes, to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened,
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For ol’ Jack has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer,
For a Soldier died today.
He won’t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary, quiet sort of life.
Just an ordinary fellow,
Who in time of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country
And offers up his life.
He was just a common Soldier
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should be with us,
We may need his likes again.
If we cannot do him honor,
While he’s here to hear the praise.
Then at least let’s give him
homage, at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
in the paper that might say:
“Our country is in mourning,
for a soldier died today.”