Remembering Our Veterans

Lucille and Robert Lupole 1942

Martial Duty

Just twenty-four years ago, my son,

I sent your daddy from me.

To fight for a cause, which all men said -

Which would make us free for Democracy.

You were only a baby, a bundle of love,

I remembered you pulled his hair.

Then he kissed us goodbye, and boarded the train,

To leave us waiting there.

Tho' I wanted to cry, I hugged you close,

And smiled as I waved your hand.

Yes- we waited son, but he never returned,

For he died in "no man's land."

Now, they have taken you away, my son,

And when you said goodbye to me,

I heard the same cry as long ago,

"To make us free for democracy."

But go, my son, and do your best,

For I know you'll return to me,

To take your place in a peaceful world,

As a man of men among the free.

Written by a soldier at Fort Hancock, NJ

February 1942

My Father, Michael Dran 1942

My Husband, Larry Lupole 1971

My Father-in-law, James Robert Lupole 1941

Copyright © 2012 Kathleen G. Lupole

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