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I am printing once again a poem written by an Army Air Corp. member in Honor of his fallen comrade in WWII.

I am choosing to highlight the Greatest Generation again, as everyday too many of them pass from this world, and with each one a wealth of knowledge is lost. Tlalk to these guys when you meet them. I promise you will learn so much, and all you have to do is sit down and say "Hi, what did you do in the war?"

The original post about it can be found here. (Also linked in title)

In Honor of Charles S. Seaman

He flew and He fought
In the clear blue skies
His face to the burning sun
He died up there with
A smile and a sigh
His hands on a flaming gun
Many a Zero
Will pay for his death
In those same blue skies above
Many a Jap
Will draw his last breath
Revenge for
The boy we loved
High in the sky
A crew says a prayer
As they fly through flame and lead
Never for them
Will there be any rest
'Til the last damned Jap is dead.