ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, MARINE CPL ROBERT ARNOLD METTERT, 20, born on December 14, 1946 in an all Marine Family of John Mettert SR who served in the South Pacific on Guadelcanal in WWII . In Indiana moved out here to my hometown of Vancouver, WA in1956 where we attended school at MacArthur Elementary School, Harney Elementary School, McLoughlin Junior High School and Hudson's Bay High School where he graduated in the class of 1965. After graduation upon entering into the UNITED STATES MARINE CORPS.He lived through one 13 month tour in Vietnam as an 0311 Infantry Rifleman came back to talk about it in or CWP Class with Mrs. Virginia Richards our teacher of that class at Hudson's Bay High School but having come from an all Marine family his older brother John Mettert JR who served two tours as an infantryman in Vietnam and came back.  Then Bob had to follow his family members footsteps  where he had volenteered to go back to Vietnam for a second time and was tragically killed in action in his seventh day into his second tour on Hill 881S near Khe Sanh, Quang Tri Province in Vietnam on Sunday May 7, 1967. We will remember him at the: Vietnam Veterans Wall Panel / Line: 19E / 53. forever. The youngest brother my age, Tom Mettert had to do the same thing who served as a Marine in a Radio battalion in DaNang, Vietnam came back aliv but not so for Bob.  http://www.forevermissed.com/marine-cpl-robert-mettert/#about 
                   Memorial by your good friend,
                                         Greg Payne
                                         OREGON VETERANS HOME
                                         700 Veterans Drive
                                         The Dalles, OR 97058

                                         
                                   
                                           
                                         
                                     
                                      

                                
                                 
 
                                                                                                         

Posted by Sandi Knopp-Bassett on November 3, 2014
Thank you for the advice. Thank you for serving your country when it wasn't the popular thing to do. Rest in Peace.
Posted by Greg Payne on October 6, 2011
23 Jun 2001
Marine Corporal Robert Arnold Mettert was a true Patriot to his Country and a very loyal and brave Marine.
Greg Payne
The Dalles, OR 97058

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Posted by Sandi Knopp-Bassett on November 3, 2014
Thank you for the advice. Thank you for serving your country when it wasn't the popular thing to do. Rest in Peace.
Posted by Greg Payne on October 6, 2011
23 Jun 2001
Marine Corporal Robert Arnold Mettert was a true Patriot to his Country and a very loyal and brave Marine.
Greg Payne
The Dalles, OR 97058
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Shared by Sandi Knopp-Bassett on November 3, 2014

I was friends with Mary when we were young. We attended Mac Hi and then Hudson's Bay together. I spent time at Mary's house and briefly met her brothers by they were a few years older than me so we didn't hangout together.  But when Bob was in Vietnam we wrote each other a few times. I remember him giving me big brother advise on boys, dating and and just being a good person.  The whole family were good people, nice and generous.

While at Bay I remember at assemblies we would have a small tribute to former students that did passed.  There were many and it was really sad. Several I had known.  I wonder if they do that today at high schools.?

Shared by Greg Payne on October 7, 2011

Robert Arnold MettertCorporal
B CO, 1ST BN, 9TH MARINES, 3RD MARDIV
United States Marine Corps
14 December 1946 - 07 May 1967
Vancouver, Washington
Panel 19E Line 053
The database page for Robert Arnold Mettert 

                               THE QUILT

As I faced my Maker at the last Judgement, I knelt
before the Lord along with the other souls. Before
each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a
quilt, in many piles. An Angel sat before each of
us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry
that is our life. But, as my Angel took each piece
of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and
empty each of my squares was. They were filled with
giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of
my life that had been difficult, the challenges and
temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I
saw hardships that I had endured, which were the
largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares.
Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other
tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright
hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life
and was disheartened. My Angel was sewing the ragged
pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like
binding air. Finally the time came when each life was
to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of
truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their
tapestries. So filled their lives had been.

My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had
all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and
laughter. But there had also been trials of illness
and death, and false accusations that took from me
my world as I knew it. I had to start over many times.
I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to
somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again.
I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking
for help and guidance in my life. I had often been
held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each
time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would
not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of
those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face
the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to
accept it for what it had been.

I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my
life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air.
I gazed around at the others who stared at me with
eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before
me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image.
The face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me,
with warmth and love in His eyes. He said,
"Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became
My life, My hardships, and My struggles. Each point
of light in your life is when you stepped aside and
let Me shine through, until there was more of Me
than there was of you.

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing
Christ to shine through.