The call rang out.
“Sergeant Butscher!” Only silence.
“Sergeant Alex Butscher!” Still, only silence.
“Sergeant Alexander P. Butscher!” The only response— lonely silence. The air and each breath felt heavy as his name is stricken from the roll.
So many moments come and go, and are never remembered. But this moment will never be forgotten. This season inundated with grueling hardship as I have said, “See you later” to young and old alike. Some were sick, and others in perfect health— yet the final roll call has gone out, and has been met with only silence as a response.
To my dearest family, friends and tribe: I remind you of the words of James. “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth.” I encourage you to live with all you have, love with all your heart, breathe in the fresh air, don’t worry so much, laugh every opportunity you have and give when you can with what you can. This life will be over in the blink of an eye, and you will never have tomorrow back.
As you read these names, allow the silence to weigh its’ heavy hand on your heart. Allow your heart to hurt and your eyes to cry, for life is precious and it is short.
The roll call goes out.
“Apostle Emory Goodman.”
“Sergeant Alexander Butscher.”
We salute you.