Tribute to Millard "Pug" Proctor ************************************************************************ USGENWEB ARCHIVES NOTICE: These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or presentation by any other organization or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material, must obtain the written consent of the contributor, or the legal representative of the submitter, and contact the listed USGenWeb archivist with proof of this consent. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for free access. http://www.usgwarchives.net Submitted by: bobndonnaky@alltel.net Date: 09 Feb 2002 ********************************************************************** Transcribed and contributed by Donna M. Hall bobndonnaky@alltel.net From the scrapbook of Grandma Lula STALLINGS HALL (1903-1972) Pioneer News In a grave he lies in some far, distant land, A very young lad not even a man. He gave his all, yes even his life, Doing his part, which he thought was right. For a few greedy men, for power and money, We lost our friend, yes, my best buddy. I watched him grow up from a very small kid, He was truthful and honest in all that he did. He would study and study his lessons each night, Getting good grades was his biggest delight. He'd never run out like the other kids would, He would read and study whatever he could. And when Graduation came, with honors bestowed, He went out in the world, willing to carry his load. He worked and he strived , great things to attain, The goal he had set he was anxious to gain. But his country did call him, and he answered the call, Putting aside his ideals his goals, and his ALL He left his family, his mother and dad, He joined the Air Force as a willing young lad. The sun may shine and the rain may fall, But nothing can hide what he meant to us all. That this world may be a better place to live, He gave his life, WHAT MORE COULD HE GIVE? In honor of Millard H. "Pug" PROCTOR by a pal, Norman Freddie Armstrong