George A. Parker
Feb 11, 1950 - Aug 01, 2017
Dad suffered a massive heart attack and stroke last Friday night and never woke up again. He left instructions to not maintain his body if his brain didn’t function so we did as requested. We are so sorry for your loss of a friend and follower. Our Dad was bigger than life for us in his good days and even more as he continued his fight. Forgive our delays in notifications, to say the least, it has been hectic and at times overwhelming. Dad didn’t believe in funerals anymore so we are following his wishes.
When A Marine Goes To Heaven.
You can keep your Army Khaki,
You can keep your Navy Blue.
I have the worlds best fighting man,
To introduce to you.
His Uniform is different,
The best you’ve ever seen.
The Viet Cong called him a blue eyed “Devil who crawled from inside the Earth”His real name is “Marine.”
He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God Forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He’ll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.
He’s deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior’s calling card,
He’s mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to Heaven
St. Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I’ve served my time in Hell.
So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.
He’ll hug you and he’ll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man:
THE UNITED STATES MARINE!
Semper Fi, Dad
Sarah, Sydney and the rest of the Parker Clan
We will carry on.

