U.S. Army Air Corps of WWII |  | Young men then, like many of that time
Soon left their life of youth behind,
Went abroad to help those we call kin
And stop a tyrant and his kind.
Against God's wishes, he came by storm
A tyrant's dream, a world to rule,
With death and destruction,
he marched on Reaping great success in aircraft duels.
America left no friend alone
To bear the grief of that war's plight,
The tyrant's use of his Luftwaffe's might
Was his wish to end Britain's will to fight.
B-17's, 24's and fighters too
Soon bombed towns of ancient fame,
By the tyrant's hand, the same was done
To towns and villages along the Thames.
The tyrant's force soon began to wither
As Allied Forces controlled the air,
His time and power was soon depleted
Leaving once great forces in despair.
When war was over, and the land reclaimed
Land that lay fallow through years that passed,
Now Nation's young men are buried there
All in God's Air Force now at last.
In peace, they all sleep
As the days turn into years,
Is there thoughts for those that stayed?
Have we stopped the shedding of our tears?
May all those in God's hand now
Find peace in all they've done,
The Peace we have, you died for
The war you fought was won.
| Written in memory of my Brother-in-law, 1st Lt. Ralph B. Sheppard,
a Navigator on a B-17, and to all his comrades that rest now, in
foreign land..."Keep the Show on the Road," forever. | By Frank J. Agnello
Copyright 2004 |
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