The Roll Call of Heaven

The dying soldier lay facing eternity. He had fought his last fight. His once strong frame was weak as a child’s now. He scarcely breathed, and each respiration grew fainter and fainter. Suddenly, in a loud voice, he cried, “Here.” One hastened to his side and asked him what he wished. “Nothing,” he answered, “but they are calling the roll call in heaven, and I was answering to my name.”