For the people must follow the warriors’ trail,
it is our way.
The Old One’s have tried to give me their wisdom
in order that I might prevail and survive in a hostile land.

I have heard the stories of the Old One’s,
I have heard Those Who Went Before
as they have visited me at night.

My future is as yet unknown,
my destiny shrouded in mystery,
will I live or will I die,
only the Great Spirit can answer.

My blood is that of the Kiowa and Apache and White-eye.
We are as one with Mother Earth,
should I fall, I will return to Mother Earth.

Brother Coyote has taught me his tricks that will help me to prevail.
My spirit is with the Eagle as he soars on wings strong and bold,
His cry the clarions call of the warriors of old Who Have Gone Before.

The Great Spirit has shown the way,
should I fall in battle, I will join Those Who Have Gone Before.

I have heard the distant drums and the bugles as they call.
I have heard the rattle of Sabers and the muffled cannons roar.
I must go even though I am afraid;
I must face my fears and follow Those Who Have Gone Before.

I must not falter,
I must not fail,
I must go forward,
I must prevail;
for to falter or fail is to bring shame and dishonor
to the Warriors of the People Who Have Gone Before.

I have sung my death song,
my future’s unknown;
I will follow the teachings of The Old Ones
and Those Who Have Gone Before.
I will go to that far away land;
that land so different from my desert home.

I will go the way of the warrior,
I may never return;
should I fall,
let me be surrounded by foes;
let me die a warriors death so that I may go in Honor
to the fires of Those Who Have Gone Before.

Great Spirit,
do not let my dishonor the People and my family and friends.
If you will that fall I must, let me die in battle
as a warrior should;
let my blood and body nourish Mother Earth where I fall.

Let my death mean life for another.
Tell the People and my family of my death;
do not let them mourn,
for I died as I wished in battle and with Honor.

Tell the People to sing of me in their lodges;
tell the little ones of the Warriors Who Have Gone Before;
it was a very good day to die.

Imagine a moment that these two were one
At home in a burrow or under the sun
The fiercest of protectors, the gentlest with it’s young
Never tasting anything but freedom on his tongue

The ferret is the eagle’s shadow, which follows him below
Carrying home fires with him wherever they may go
Imagine again the eagle… moving always to the west
Ensuring that darkness never falls on his beloved nest

Sometimes he weaveth sorrow
Which seemeth strange to me,
But I will trust his judgment
And work on faithfully.
"Tis he who fills the shuttle
He knows just what is best,
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.

They sleep now in the arms of Their Lord.

I sent a message to Mr Cal like Daddy asked me to; he asked me to give you all this part of that message;

“Time to skyup troops,
This mission is Charlie Mike
Ferret’s on Point

Ferret out”

Thank you for being Daddy’s Friends.

Words in silence
Words of prayer
Warm hearts in memory
Wind and rock singing

One man
One woman
One
Forever!

But I feel a peace that is indescribable. I feel the tears welling, but they are not only tears of sadness, they are tears inspired by love and the knowledge that perhaps, one day, I will be considered worthy to embrace Marvin and DeeAnne with the love and strength that they have given to me.

Becky - I am inspired to feel a greatness in this world, and an understanding that hitherto has only been an idea; an awareness of the order of all things - the knowledge that all is possible under heaven; a feeling of faith and serenity that I have never before experienced.

Your Daddy and Momma have given me a gift - a gift I was afraid to view, but a gift that is now in my heart and soul. Thank you for passing that gift from them to me.

All my love and joy to you and your family, for there is no doubt that the Spirit Warrior has joined his people as a most respected elder, and is seated at the innermost circle around the fire of eternity which lights life here on earth - and his Lady accompanies him in the reflective glow of the moon, for ever more.

Goodbye Becky GreyEagle - I shall hope that I have the honour one day of meeting the daughter who is Rebecca SmallEagle, the daughter of my friends.

God Bless you Becky and the rest of your family in this time of sorrow. Nancy and I send our love and our prayers, may God comfort you all…

I am grateful for Marv’s time on earth -- his life -- and that I was one of many who were privileged to benefit from his having lived. I only knew Dee slightly and that was a beautiful reflection in the mirror held by Marv. I will miss them.

I know that Eagles are the earthly creatures who soar closest to and who are the favorites of the Great Spirit. Maybe when they are released and soar from the earth together, some Eagles can choose to be transformed into Doves -- the symbols of Freedom, Peace and Love.

Sending special thoughts and love to Becky and to all of those who loved Marv and Dee.

It’s difficult not to cry at the loss of special people, even when you know they are much happier; so, here I am, crying my eyes out, knowing my mascara is running, and that my contacts may flood out.

Oops, well, I have to try to keep some humor in the mix…