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My Dear Old Grandpa



                                                

My Grandpa fought in the Second World War,

                                   And I asked him, “What did you do that for?”

                                   He told me he was drafted in ‘forty one,

                                   To fight Hitler, Mussolini, and the rising sun,

                                   Most of the soldiers out on that battlefield,

                                   Decided to hide behind a wall for a shield.

                                   But not my grandpa, he put up a fight,

                                   For the good people, and for the worlds right,

                                   He had an M1 strapped to his shoulder,

                                   And on his belt, a nifty ammunition holder,

                                   He was shot in the hand, and shrapnel hit his head,

                                   But my dear old Grandpa refused to be dead,

                                   He went on a fighting, and firing relays,

                                   And I talk to my Grandpa to this very day.







In honor of Edward Milo Creekmore,

                Who bravely fought in the second

             World war.