FUNERAL--Funeral services for PVT Paul T. RICE, who was killed in Belguim during the Battle of the Bulge, January 13, 1945, will be held Friday at 2: 30 at Nance Church of Christ, burial in church cemetery. Paul entered the Army May 6, 1944 and went overseas in December, 1944. He leaves his parents, Mr. & Mrs. Grover E. RICE, of Alamo; two brothers, Olfie RICE and Charles RICE, both of Alamo; two sisters, Mrs. Johnie Lorance, of Jackson, and Mrs. Fay FARMER, of Brownsville.

The Crockett Times
Alamo, Tenn.
Thursday, January 16, 1947

In Memory

Of My Beloved Brother, Paul Taylor Rice, Who Gave His life For His County On The Battlefields of Europe, Jan., 13, 1945:

     As my memories drift back to your sweet child hood a sweet baby brother you were to us all. So precious in your baby hood, so much beloved in your man hood. We will always remember your kind, sweet ways, the happy childhood and manhood days when we, brothers, sisters and friends spent so many happy hours together. Those hours, days, weeks, months and years will long be remembered and cherished. 'Tis a sad and unforgetable fact that the war caused sorrow and broken hearts in many, many homes, not only in our little community where 9 lives were given for God and country, but throughout American and the world.
     At the age of 18 you were one of those precious ones who fought and died for the liberty which we have today here in our good old America.
     Dear brother, you have been away from our humble earthly home 2 years this month. Sweet is our memories of you. Many nights I walk and talk with you in my dreams which I pray could come true. Your kisses, your smiles, Oh, so real. You come back to us in all those dreams. We are always so thrilled over your return.
     A sweet and faithful brother you were to us, now departed to the land.
     Beyond the mystic sea where sin and sorrow is unknown.
     We miss you so much our words cannot express.
     But in our Saviours' love we know you now rest.
     We'll meet again, in the bible, we are told.
     To shout and sing for joy, upon the streets of gold.
     We cannot wish to call you back dear brother, although we feel our heavy loss -- to you 'tis but gain. Out of that night of darkness your departure came as an awful blow but the angels voice had called and you had to go.
     With a feeling of faith and sorrow you left us, when your loved ones you had to leave behind.
     Out of the darkness came that voice so clear, as we heard it our eyes were filled with tears.
     There we sat in a daze knowing whither you must go. Not mean nor wanting to fight nor to try your skill.
     We know there is now one in Heaven who can and does forgive.
     He too, was once a soldier (of the cross) and he too, was killed.
     Oh, the suffering and the sorrw that your death did bring, but God was and is with us in this great loss and we know He is king.
     A soldier on earth,
     Now an angel above,
     God bless and keep you in His wonderful love.
     You gave your all, that others may live, but not in vain, because one day we know we'll be with you again to sing, and rejoice at God's great throne, when our journey here on earth is ended and we are called home.