Sir! The old soldier has fallen. The old soldier has fallen, Sir.
He fought the war to save the world. And he came home.
Now his time is over.
Sir, let us bear him away with grace and dignity.
Fold his flag slowly, Sir. He loved it so.
He was strong. He was true.
Sir, he stood for his family, and he stood for his country.
And Sir, he was my father.
I weep.
Theodore W. Werts
02 November 1919 05 July 2006