Remembering My Uncle Larry Munoz Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not soe, For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore Death, nor yet canst thou kill mee; From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soule's deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. John Donne (1572-1631)

 

Corporal Larry Munoz is remembered by his comrades-in-arms of the 5th Infantry (Mechanized)

 

A memorial initiated by his niece, Claudine Merlo togd2btazz@aol.com  7 Jun 2002

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