View Full Version : Prayers for my family

05-25-2010, 12:23 PM
My family lost a great man this past Saturday. My great uncle..."Uncle Mike" Waleski from Crafton passed away peacefully in his sleep at age 91. He was a decorated WWII veteran, who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. He was a quiet humble man who everybody loved dearly. He was also a steeler fan

please say a prayer or two for him and the ones he left behind

Polamalu Princess
05-25-2010, 06:54 PM
I will be praying! Take care.

05-25-2010, 07:30 PM
I feel for your family, your family lost a great patriot

05-25-2010, 08:05 PM
you have my prayers and thoughts fro losing such a great man

05-25-2010, 08:18 PM
91...God love'em. Thank you for your service, Uncle Mike and RIP.

05-26-2010, 01:35 AM
God bless Uncle Mike

Galax Steeler
05-26-2010, 03:47 AM
Thoughts and Prayers.

05-26-2010, 05:26 AM
I'm so sorry to hear about your Uncle Mike, hindes, and will definitely remember him in my thoughts and prayers, as well as you and your family. God Bless you Mike, thank you for your service to our great country and may you rest in peace. :salute: :usa: :tombstone:

05-26-2010, 11:40 AM
Sorry to hear about your loss, hindes. Thoughts and prayers to you and your family, and thank you and your Uncle Mike for your service.

05-26-2010, 12:10 PM
Sorry to hear of your loss brother. You know that I have a soft spot for our aging veterans.

Posted before...but I will post the poem again in tribute of your Great-Uncle.

I would also like to have the forum watch the video and listen to the words of this song honoring our fallen soldiers.


(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt

He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.

And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

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 a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.

05-26-2010, 12:15 PM
:salute: Every one from that generation that passes away....