Remembering
Age and Time have dimmed our thoughts, as we walk down memory lane
Our long lost comrades haunt us, it's something we can't explain
They all beg to be remembered, so we try the best we can
May God richly bless them, as he reaches out his hand.
We see their youthful faces, as we soldiered at Camp Polk
We shared each other's hardships, and life had so much hope
We wished the war was over, but we had to make a stand
None nursed any feeling that he'd die in a foreign land.
But die they did, their life was no more, so suddenly it ends
A horrible feeling in us dwells, it's agony descends
What an awful pity to leave this world at such a tender age
Thank God for our privilege to continue on life's stage.
With heavy hearts we think of them, what else can we really do?
We offer them our humble prayers to the glory of those we knew
Our life goes on and we grow old, one day we'll join their ranks
Praise God they rest in peace, Let's all give Him our thanks.
Michael Hanko, HQ 56th Engrs
Poet Laureate,
11th Armored Division Association
Cemeteries of fallen Thunderbolts
Henri-Chapelle
American Cemetery and Memorial
Luxembourg
American Cemetery and Memorial
Netherlands
American Cemetery and Memorial
Ardennes
American Cemetery and Memorial
Lorraine
American Cemetery and Memorial
Department of Veterans Affairs National Cemetery Administration
American
Battle Monuments Commission WWII War Dead Search
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Hills of Bastogne
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