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The following poem was written by Mrs. Nellie L. Smith in memory of her grandson Sgt. Emerson P. Smith. It was first printed in the Marietta, Ohio, Times on February 2, 1944. |
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Somewhere out there in a foreign land Thousands of miles away Our boy is sleeping his last long sleep Awaiting the Judgment Day.
To think how he died that we might be free Gave his life for the Red, White and Blue, Our hearts ache with pain when we think of the past Of the dreams that never came true.
How should we all honor our soldier dead. Who have died for liberty, Work, fight and pray till peace is won, May God hasten victory.
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