Wwii-a Poem Of My Grandfather John Walker In Wwii

John Walker served his country in WWII

It was something he felt obligated to do.

In combat he risked his life

Even while he was facing strife

He wrote his family back at home

While he was on another roam

Slept, ate and celebrated his birthday

In a foxhole while there was gun play

A short break John took from war

He listened live to Dinah Shore

Met the nice people of France and Holland

There he bought some Chocolate Almonds

Posed in a painting for Martin Koblo

John said, “He was a very nice fellow”

When it was announced that the war had ended

John wrote home and said “I feel quite splendid”

“I’ll be home honey, just as quick as I can

Can’t wait to see you, Margaret and Ann”

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I graduated with a degree in Library Science and was a Dean’s list student. I hold a copyright at the Library of Congress and am the author of Memories of My Grandfather. I love to write short stories and poetry and enter writing contests. Also, I love to re-purpose old furniture and like to do book art, genealogy and history preservation.I've donated historical items to the Library of Congress, and other state and local libraries history centers and museums. I have a book at https://iucat.iu.edu/catalog/9248091? I also have written for https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caleb_Blood_Smith (scroll down to search for body and external links and I've written and entered there too.)In the winter of 1978 I attended an excavation of President Abraham Lincoln’s former cabinet member, Caleb Blood Smith with my grandfather John Walker, in Connersville, Indiana. Together my grandfather and I wrote “Weird Mystery” about the Smith excavation that is currently in the I.U. Library Stacks in Bloomington, Indiana.
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