West Branch Area High School - Warrior Yearbook (Morrisdale, PA)

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I The 1971 Warrior sadly but proudly sets aside this page of its Book of Re- collections in memory ofTed Rip Ropchock. Another ofWest Branch's fine Warriors tovpay the supreme sacrifice for his country. The stars of Old Glory are whiter, the red a deeper red because ofthe lives of these young men. The grief that is too hard to bear We need not bear, or fear, Be comforted, remembering That One who cares is near And He will hold us by the hand Until the dark skies clear. G. Crowell As a carefree senior The muffled drum's sad roll has beat 0 A The soldier's last tattoo, 4 fb No more on Life's parade shall meet 1 0 Q I The brave and fallen few an H It On Fame,s eternal camping-ground The silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, f. . The bivouac ofthe dead. I T. O'Hara l These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stain- less, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks and the tearful willows. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. In the midst of battles, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. R. G. Ingersol Hail and farewell . . . too soon the words are spoken, Their sound, like some far-echoing silver bell . . . O friend, O lover, comrade, sister, brother, Hail and farewell. G. Crowell As a valiant, sincere, young soldier 99