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Fifty-nine
years ago,
Emmett
was too young to die;
When
the mighty B-24
Fell
from the German sky!
Emmett,
I have searched the
Records
to learn how you died.
I
just wanted you to know
How
your sister, Francis, cried!
I
found your name just yesterday
In
the 8th Air Force flying men;
That
is, the record of all the B-24's
And
men who came not back again.
From
Jolly old England you left
In
the mighty B-24 for a bomb run,
Over
the land of Germany but you
Did
not return with the setting sun!
I'd
like to know, Emmett, how
Your
B-24 was shot from the sky;
And
why over Germany it was
That
one so young as you, had to die!
I
know that you were a gunner
Who
gave the Luftwaffe thunder,
On
that sad day so long ago,
Leaving
me to remember and wonder.
Finding
your name among the missing,
Just
yesterday, Emmett D. Bagwell, I read;
It
still was hard for me to realize that your name
Was
there among all the others who were dead!
I
do not know how you died,
But
this I know quite well;
You
emptied your machine gun
In
giving the ME-109's hell!
You
are a hero among the dead,
For
you gave all that you could give;
And
in the great sacrifice of life,
You
died that others might live.
I
salute you for all you did.
I
still remember your face.
If
I could turn time back 60 years,
I'd
gladly die and take your place.
Cruel,
cruel world it is
Which
robs youth of his years,
And
leaves an empty space,
For
the filling of many tears!
So
long, Emmett, my friend!
I'm
glad I found your name.
Now,
perhaps, I can rest a bit,
But
I'll never ever be the same!
I
turn my attention to the sky,
Listen
for sounds now gone by,
Is
that one bomber or more,
Or
is that Emmett's long lost B-24?
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