Lyman Rummel

Lyman B. Rummel, 91, of Artesia, NM passed away on January 18, 2009 at Eastern New Mexico Medical Center in Roswell, NM. At his request, Mr. Rummel was cremated and no services held. He was born on December 19, 1917 to Royal Rummel and Cora (Burry) Rummel in Ft. Wayne, IN who preceded him in death. He was also preceded in death by his brother Eugene Rummel and sister Elaine Sougham. Lyman graduated from Ft. Wayne High School in Indiana and later joined the Marines on December 16, 1941. While in the Marines, he served in World War II at Guadalcanal in the Solomon Islands and also at Tarawa. He received the Purple Heart and five Bronze Stars denoting five major engagements during his service. He later moved to Santa Cruz, CA where he worked as a carrier and supervisor for the U.S. Postal Service before retiring in 1977. He has resided in Artesia, NM since 1992. He is survived by his wife, Earlene Rummel, of Artesia; daughter, Diane Wensrich of Cypress, TX; step-sons, Michael McCarthy of Santa Cruz, CA; Robert Sorenson of Dallas, TX; Ron Sorenson of Reno, NV; sister, Virginia Shive of Jacksonville, FL and grandchildren Scott Wensrich, Doug Wensrich, Jeff Wensrich, Tom Wensrich, Ashley Sorenson, Jillisa Torneo, Robert Sorenson Jr., Olivia Sorenson, Iris Sorenson, Julian Reed and Josh Sorenson. Memorials may be made to CASA or to Paws and Claws in lieu of flowers. Please share your thoughts and memories with the family in the online register book at andersonbethany.com Serivices are under the direction of Anderson-Bethany Funeral Home & Crematory. A Solider Reports to God A soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. “Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?” The soldier squared his shoulders, and said “No Lord, I guess I ain’t” Because those of us who carry guns Can’t always be a saint. I’ve had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I’ve been violent, Because the world is awfully rough, But I’ve never took a penny That wasn’t mine to keep… Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills just got too steep, And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear And sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears I know I don’t deserve a place Among the people here. They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you’ve a place for me here Lord, It needn’t be so grand. I’ve never had that much in life, So if you don’t I’ll understand. There was a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod As the soldier waited quietly For the judgement of God. “Step forward now you soldier You’ve borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully on heaven’s streets You’ve done your time in Hell”

Lyman Rummel

December 19, 1917 - January 18, 2009