Tipp City Herald
May 24, 1972
RETTER, HARRY RUSSELL- Memorial - Eulogy to Harry R. Retter
- Harry Russell Retter, born April 1892, a veteran of World War I, and a real
buddy to all who knew him, departed from his life on earth December 29, 1971, in
the Veterans Hospital, Dayton, Ohio. We laid his body to rest in mother
earth January 1, 1972. It was not easy to see so good a friend pass out of
sight as we did him. I do not know how or what to say that would rightly
be fitting to his honor. The first time I saw or heard him, he was
fighting for what he thought was right, and he won the cause. That guided
me to where I am today. He died for the good of mankind. While here
on earth his large bodily frame was seen towering above most all others, as
also, were his thoughts and ambitions. He was another Buddy that could
have enjoyed a Veteran's pension, for he was not permitted to accumulate a great
amount of this earth's goods. He lived a life of honor and dignity, a
friend in mankind. He was a peacemaker, from when the Buddies in the
Barracks would get excited and fuss over something of little value, Harry would
raise his 6'4" and say, "now listen to me," for if you would read
your by-laws, you would understand better. The Lord Jesus told the people
here on earth - Blessed are all the peacemakers for they shall be called the
children of God. Harry believed that and lived what he believed. He
was my good friend. Shall we meet on the other shore? I hope so.
There is a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we can see it afar, for
the Father waits over the way, to prepare us a dwelling place there. We
shall sing on that beautiful shore the melodious songs of the blest, and our
spirits shall sorrow no more, not a sign for the blessing of rest. To our
bountiful Father above, we will offer our tribute of praise, for the glorious
gift of his love, and the blessings that hallow our days. In the sweet by
and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. What a comfort to the
bereaved. I saw Veterans break with tears, for this is where God's love
speaks to man, that it won't be long until you will be there, for can't you hear
the golden bells ringing for you. SPES MEA IN DEO EST.
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