OUR SOLDIER BOY

By Lucy Scharrer

Copyright 1998 by T. Scharrer stories@gatorsden.org

World War 2 was a terrible time for America. Written in memory of Ralph Bronson who died July 1944. "Our Soldier Boy" was also written to honor his memory. Ralph went to school with my dad, and stayed at my grandmother's home for some time. He died on "D" day.

Many homes were wrecked with sadness
Many hearts were torn with pain.
On a chilled October evening
When our boys were on that train.

The home circle then was broken
For we missed his smile and song.
As we sit around the fireside
In the winter evening long.

Then one day in March we saw him
In his uniform so fine.
But his visit was a short one
And we again were left behind.

For a long time then we waited
For a letter from the brave.
When at last a word was water
From afar across the wave.

In the battle he fought bravely
With a lot of soldier palls.
Wishing that the war was over
So they again could meet their gals.

But from far across the ocean
As a telegram we glanced.
Just these words were sadly spoken
There's a new made mound in France.