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Tuesday, January 17, 2012



My dear, Uncle Bud, served his country in the 101st Airborne during World War II, seeing action in France including the D-Day invasion of Normandy, Belgium, where he was wounded at Bastone, and he saw action in Germany.  He was the second most decorated WWII veteran in Florence county.

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 in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies:
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
Cause "Uncle Bud" has passed away.
And the world's a little poorer,
For a soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his family and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
While an ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys'
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us

We may need his likes again.

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