Such was the saga of Andrew Michael McCLure.
He gave all he had and a little bit more,
He was slight for his age, his family was poor.
He learned early on to fight to endure.
He overcame obstacles, clear and obscure,
Never dwelt on a failure, only the cure.
If anyone needed a friend to be sure.
He could always count on Andrew Michael McCLure.
As a child he was taught, to fight was no sin,
He fought for acceptance, he fought to fit in,
He fought for his friends, his neighbors, his kin.
Fought kids twice his size and would usually win.
There was nothing Andrew wouldn't fight for.
He even stood up for the little girl next door.
And when school came, kids learned the score,
To never mess with Andrew McClure.
He grew up well respected, was quite self-assured,
A good looking young man, confident, yet demure.
He was ethically moral and righteously pure,
Though social etiquette for him was hard to endure.
He soon went and married that little girl next door.
And before anyone knew it, he joined the Marine Corp.
People remember his first duty tour,
When Uncle Sam called Andrew to war.
He fought for his country, he fought for his men,
He fought for strange people and never gave in.
He fought without question never saying a word,
He fought for reasons that, to some, seemed absurd,
He fought for the rights of strangers he served,
He fought against foes of whom he'd not heard.
His peers revered him, he was regally observed.
You see fighting came natural to Andrew McClure.
And when he returned for his ultimate reward,
It was on a military plane with fellow brethren aboard.
It landed unceremoniously, like some majestic bird.
While people shed tears, only silence was heard.
He disembarked inconspicuously, with unspoken word.
Draped in a Flag, posthumously interred.
His fight finally ended, he'd reached a spiritual accord.
The day Andrew Michael McClure came home to The Lord.
Copyright © August 2009