Austin T Ryals

Memorial

It’s where I’ve fallen and where I lay:

Ashes to ashes, cradle to grave.

Dust to dust and cold as clay.

Where stone is chiseled and caskets draped,

Where rifles volley and “Taps” is played,

With a farewell salute, lest we die in vain.

Thirteenfold Old Glory, bold and free.

“Hooyah! My friend, the war is over for me.

Cover me, and let me rest in peace.”