|The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
To the service that he gives.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war
that he once fought
And the deeds
that he had done,
In his exploits
with his buddies;
They were heroes,
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob
has passed away,
And the world's a
For a Soldier died
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
Fo he lived, such an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life…
He held a
job and raised a family,
quietly on his way;
And the world
won't note his passing,
Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While papers note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
In print we
read their life stories
From the time
that they were young
But the passing
of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Who in times of war
Goes off to serve his
And offers up his life?
|While the ordinary Soldier, |
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
easy to forget them,
For it is so
That our Bobs and Jims and
Went to battle, but we
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
find yourself in danger,
enemies at hand,
Would you really
want some orator
With his ever
Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
countries are in conflict,
Soldier's does his part
and clean up
all the troubles
That the politicians
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
just a simple headline
In the paper
that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN
A SOLDIER DIED
from Annelies Fugler
| ODE TO THE 82nd
story began in
In nineteen forty
Our Country was in
Our job, to keep her
From Cities and towns across the land
You’re combat engineers they said
Now take this job with
We climbed aboard a Liberty Ship
And sailed for the British
We did our drills and honed our skills
We were Soldiers with much style
Now, one more trip across the sea
a place called
Where bombs and
they fell like hell
And we felt the shock and awe
Our fight began in Normandy
Near a city called St. Lo
Clearing mines and building bridges
Fo the Division - 29 "Lets Go'
On to liberate the city of Vire
and bridge the river Seine
Begin the pursuit- came the call
your objective. now..the enemy's west wall!
We rolled and rolled across the land
To the home of the wooden shoe
We gave it back to you
We fought the enemy every day
To the River Elbe and on
Where Jerry said I’ve had enough
Don’t shoot no more, we’re done
Although the years have slipped away
Our memories serve us well
We can’t forget those days of old
And stories yet to tell
But now young man, this land is yours
Your job, to keep her free
And hold her in your outstretched arms
From sea to shining sea
Ed. Husted 2008
|Frank West recently
shared some of his memories with us. His hand written letter did not
copy well. An exact transcript of Franks letter follows
See Franks memory page here
Frank West - Staten Island, N. Y.
On February 1 1943 I entered the Army at Camp Upton, N. Y. On Feb. 4,
1943 I left for Camp Swift Texas. I arrived on Feb. 8, 1943 for basic
training with the 82nd Engineers Combat Bn. I was in the 3rd platoon, COC. Lt. Sweeny was the
platoon leader. Some time in May when they were teaching us demolition
a delayed fuse killed a lieutenant
and 2 Nco's.
The end of July 1943, 15 of us from the 82nd were
transferred to the 235th Combat Engineers at Camp Gruber, OK., who were
preparing for overseas movement. I was processed at Camp Miles
Standish, Mass. We sailed from Staten Island Aug. 21, 1943 and arrived
at the port of Oran in Africa
Sept. 3, 1943. 6 weeks later we sailed for
Italy arriving on Oct. 28, 1943 and never stopped moving forward except for Casino where we holed up for 5 months.
I was in combat 8 months before the 82nd landed at Normandy June 6,
1944. On June 4, 1944 I was in Rome. When the war ended in Europe May
8, 1945 the 235th was at the top of the boot of Italy.
On July 19, 1945, we sailed for the Pacific to take
part in the war against Japan. 6 days out of the Panama Canal they
dropped the bomb and they did it again on the 9th. On the 14th of
August (my birthday) the war was over. What a great birthday that was.
We landed Sept. 3, 1945 on Luzon. On Nov. 27, 1945 I started for home
and was discharged on Dec. 31, 1945 (New Year's Eve) from Fort Dix, N.
J. arrived home at 8 pm. Happy New Year. At wars end my platoon had
only 8 original men left and 4 of them had Purple Hearts.
I sent a book of picture of the 82nd to Jack
Gallagher and found out that Jack and I grew up in the same block in
Mike Goltz, grandson of Regis Stegman,
(Co. B) receives the flag from the honor guard at Regis funeral in 2007.
||This newspaper article appeared in a Somerset Co., Pa newspaper
(top) Sgt.. Leland Larmon, Pfc. Fred Harned, Pfc Lee
Stutzman, T/5 Jay Queer and Cpl Henry Urban
returned home after the war!
||On the left is the letter from the French Embassy inviting Fred Harned to Washington to receive the French "LA Leigon d'Honneur"
On February 16, 2011.
Below is the medal Fred received.