by rick_kaufman on Mon Mar 08, 2010 3:28 am
It is always sad to see our family members (and heroes) pass. This is why the 401st Bomb Group Association exists - to insure that all the men who served will not be forgotten.
Know that we share in your tears, and do what we can to honor your loved ones who are now gone.
My father clipped the following poem out of a newspaper years ago and glued it into his WWII scrapbook. This poem shares a page with an image of a B-17 going down in flames. I will repeat it here for the benefit of those who haven't seen it:
To Dust
This is but a simple field... so long and hot and wide
Where shamelessly I shed the tears I do not try to hide
This bit of ground is hallowed now, some friends of mine are there,
They sleep the sleep they earned so well -- they'll wake without a care.
My friends they were, and will remain, and yours they should be too,
For men like these are worth so much who give their lives for you.
So earnestly I beg of you, retain this single thought,
This pile of dust was once a man and must not be forgot
Donald K. McLeod
This poem obviously addresses honoring the fallen, but it also speaks to me regarding the passing of those who served and were able to come home.