Here is a poem that I found in my Dad's personal effects as we were cleaning up the family home after he died last year (WWII vet, 82 Airborne, Radio Man, in Holland and the Battle of the Bulge (among others)...
I believe my father wrote this poem as multiple small strokes started taking their toll a hand full of years ago.
To all of our vets and their families...
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Been some years
and buckets of tears,
shed for friends long gone.
We remember a sad, sad song
of war with its horrid cost,
so many friends that we have lost.
We are old and bald or grey,
And pray that nevermore
will fate be ever remembered
by death upon the moor.
-RRB
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We read it at his memorial last weekend.
Peace
-Bill