Emil Arthur Hertensteiner, "Bud" of Cherry Hill, NJ, died August 15, 2018. Age 84. Beloved husband of Betty Mae (nee Burke). Loving father of Suzanne Love of Cherry Hill, NJ; Emil Hertensteiner, Jr. of Voorhees, NJ; Jill McKenzie (Andrew) of Waxhaw, NC and Beth Klessel (Peter) of Pleasanton, CA. Devoted grandfather of Brittney and Brianna Love; Beau Hertensteiner (Dawn); Jamie and Lauren McKenzie and Stephen, Danielle, and Madeline Klessel. Dear brother of Gertrude Taylor (late Ed); Esther Barsher (Larry); Ann Long (Michael), Robert Hertensteiner (Dolly); Sheri Friedenburgh (Bob); and the late Rose Gilbert and Carl Hertensteiner (late Janice).

Inurnment with military honors August 30th, 11 AM at Harleigh Cemetery, Chapel by the Lake, 1640 Haddon Avenue, Camden, NJ 08103. In lieu of flowers contributions in his memory may be made to Samaritan Hospice 5 Eves Drive Suite 300, Marlton, NJ 08053.

IF
By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- -and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on! '

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings- -nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And- -which is more- -you'll be a Man, my son!

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