His wife received a
telegram on that Monday afternoon
“Your husband was killed
in action, you’ll get a letter soon.”
Now her heart was saddened
for she saw the years ahead
She’d have to spend them
all alone ‘cause now her husband’s dead.
His little daughter Betty
sure had a super dad,
But she’s too young to
realize the meaning to be sad.
She’ll soon grow up and
forget the things she used to do,
But she’ll still recall
her daddy who was killed in World War II.
He’s buried over there
somewhere with other soldiers brave,
We’d give the world if we
could see the hole that is his grave.
His buddies that he fought
with will see him smile and grin,
For they know that he’ll
be watching when they take old Berlin.
Written in 1945 by Doris
(Coble) Klosterman
Dedicated to Sie Weikert