Edward J. Sloane
<p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Edward J. Sloane of Roslindale, January 15,2022. Beloved father of Paul, Joann, Diane, Robert, Jennifer, Jessica and Stephanie. Devoted brother of Marie and Gloria and the late Donald Sloane. Also survived by many grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins.</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Edward had a distinguished career with the United States Army for over 21 years, serving during Viet Nam. He was the recipient of the Bronze Star and retired with the rank of Master Sergeant. He then became a letter carrier for United States post Office.</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Visiting hours will be held in the Robert J. Lawler and Crosby Funeral Home 1803 Centre St. West Roxbury, on Thursday, January 20, from 4:00 to 7:00pm. Relatives and friends are invited to attend. A Committal Service with Military Honors will be held on Friday, January 21, at the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne at 1:45pm.</strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Take a man then put him alone</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>A thousand miles away from his home</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Empty his heart of all but blood</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Make him live in sweat and mud</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>This is the life we have to live</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Our souls to God we gladly give</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Not by chance, but by choice</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>For the sake of hearing freedoms voice</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You “Peace Boys” sit in your easy chair</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Because you don’t realize the struggle over here</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You believe that freedom is for only you</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>But what of those to whom its new</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You demonstrate and have your fun</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>But deep inside you’re on the run</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Reality is the farthest thing from your mind</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You act like the “Blind leading the blind”</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You use your drugs and live in dreams</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You’ve never known your buddy’s screams</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You’ve never seen his body bleed</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You never seen him cry in need</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>You burn your draft cards, march at dawn</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Chant your songs on the White House lawn</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>There’s nothing else for you to do</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>And we’re supposed to die for you?</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>It’s a large price we had to pay,</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Not to live another day</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>We had the guts to fight and die</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>We paid the price but what did we buy</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>We bought your lives by losing ours</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>But who gives a damn what a soldier gives</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>His wife or his girl does,</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>And his mother, father and sons…</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>But they’re about the only ones…</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong> </strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>Published in the South Boston Tribune</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>During the Vietnam War</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>By: Master Sgt. Edward Sloane</strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:20px;"><strong>5th Special Forces of the Green Beret</strong></span></p>Obituary
Edward J. Sloane of Roslindale, January 15,2022. Beloved father of Paul, Joann, Diane, Robert, Jennifer, Jessica and Stephanie. Devoted brother of Marie and Gloria and the late Donald Sloane. Also survived by many grandchildren, great grandchildren, nieces, nephews and cousins.
Edward had a distinguished career with the United States Army for over 21 years, serving during Viet Nam. He was the recipient of the Bronze Star and retired with the rank of Master Sergeant. He then became a letter carrier for United States post Office.
Visiting hours will be held in the Robert J. Lawler and Crosby Funeral Home 1803 Centre St. West Roxbury, on Thursday, January 20, from 4:00 to 7:00pm. Relatives and friends are invited to attend. A Committal Service with Military Honors will be held on Friday, January 21, at the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne at 1:45pm.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:
Take a man then put him alone
A thousand miles away from his home
Empty his heart of all but blood
Make him live in sweat and mud
This is the life we have to live
Our souls to God we gladly give
Not by chance, but by choice
For the sake of hearing freedoms voice
You “Peace Boys” sit in your easy chair
Because you don’t realize the struggle over here
You believe that freedom is for only you
But what of those to whom its new
You demonstrate and have your fun
But deep inside you’re on the run
Reality is the farthest thing from your mind
You act like the “Blind leading the blind”
You use your drugs and live in dreams
You’ve never known your buddy’s screams
You’ve never seen his body bleed
You never seen him cry in need
You burn your draft cards, march at dawn
Chant your songs on the White House lawn
There’s nothing else for you to do
And we’re supposed to die for you?
It’s a large price we had to pay,
Not to live another day
We had the guts to fight and die
We paid the price but what did we buy
We bought your lives by losing ours
But who gives a damn what a soldier gives
His wife or his girl does,
And his mother, father and sons…
But they’re about the only ones…
Published in the South Boston Tribune
During the Vietnam War
By: Master Sgt. Edward Sloane
5th Special Forces of the Green Beret
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