He was one of thousands, His country had called him, His mother did weep, The boy was her child, It was cold and snowy, He wrote to a friend, Then one cold dreary day, This page is dedicated to my brother, ~~Loretta~~
Who went overseas.
To fight for a freedom.
Yes for you and me.
To do his very best.
He felt in his heart,
It was his ultimate test.
As he left on the train.
Her feelings were deep,
Her heart full of pain
To others a man.
Yes, he heard the calling,
Of dear old Uncle Sam.
Warm clothes they did not have.
Not enough amunition,
Yes, the fight was bad.
That many buddies had died.
Don't believe what you read,
For the newspapers lie.
There was a knock on mom's door.
With a telegram that read,
Mom your son is no more.
Corp. Kenneth Robert Wilson
He gave the ultimate in Korea.
