Milford chronicle., 1945-06-15
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Il miss your voice tht touch OF
your hand
| long to know that you under
stand
My buddy. my buddy
Nobody quite 50 true.
His name is Bill yes. there are
thousands OF Bllls" over there
fighting for our beloved America,
but this one is very special 10 his
Nom and Dad. Il girl altrctiOnately
called Beef aud to me.
We used to fight like heck when
We were kids. hut as We grew Older
a deep and infinite bond grew he
tween us. our days at home We're
always happy for he fairly radiatrd
sunshine. his excellent sense of
humOr always bringing dull or
blue moment 10 one OF ncrriment
When the war came ne was still
only lad nevertheless. he want
ed to join the service and DO his
share TO have signed him III
would have broken mothers heart.
50 he waited until. al eighteen. he
was called by the draft
can remember the day before
his induction, March % l943, as
though il were only few hours
ago. The house seemed like d
tomb. Everyone tried TO be cheer
full but failed miserably Bill was
the only one who seemed at al
natural. He always tricd 10 avoiC
B lengthy eood-byes and fcminin,
tears. How little he realized Wha'
hell war can be-
Al last the time came for hi,
leaving Dad, his eyes swimming
but proud as Punch, stretched ou
his hand.
"Good-bye. son. he said. Don
do anything 10 get black mari
against You or hurt your chance
of visiting home. His voice break
ling. he could say no more
Nom Was already past speech
She could only hold him 10 ne
heart and pat him gently ns sh
used to do when ne was a baby
walked along 10 the static
with him 1t seemed 1s thOug
there were something | should SAY
, but that awful lump prevented m'
AS the bus pulled away he lean
ed from the window and stuck II
, his two fingers in the form OF
, "" Il won't be gone long" h
O. said and when | come back. l.
o teach you that new iitterbug step,
Yes, that's my buddy Eve
f through weeks of living i'm fOl
g holes without being able to take
: bath or shave. OF fighting an
T. dying. OF cursing and weeping an
d praying. Of slinky yellow devils
!. every tree, every cave, over cvci
) hill; of bombs falling and trop
@ rains. blazing sun and the awf'
stencil of the unburied dead. |
5 could write cheerful letter
z Nom or laugh like hell at anOth,
l. G.. l. who got the seat Of his pan
T. blown off He has come thrnu}
d every major battle since NJ
: Guinea. IIollandia. Neomfor. Fo
mosa. the Philippines. and he ",
g there when General Mac"
proudly raised Old Glory On Co
regidor.
Our goal is Tokyo. Nom"
, wrote And. boy. when we &
: there we'll give those dirty sons
:, heavens something to remember
;, by"
-. Yes. there are thousands of Ri
i, over there" Bills who were on
=, boys when they Went away. b
( who have bcc0ne men the han
. est way of all through the fire a
r bloOdshed of the battlefield Th
s. are the true symbols OF Americ
$. manhood. the pride Of our gene
g. alton. theirs the greatest .iaCriti
Is have not seen Bill since
went away he never had 4 fl
lough. No doubt he has chang
physically great deal. hOwrv
of one thing | am sure if ii
Gods will that he return. KIN,
his character and sweet dispO
oI tiOn will be unchanged. unharm
n His letters are proof
~ Perhaps Bill may he cited son
time for bravery or outstandi
m. service: perhaps he may be i
RS one OF the legion of unsung hero
,e- Whichever case you can get
be ever so proud OF MY Buddy
ng Written in honor of Pfc char
+. w. Emory (32754S35. co. A.
Parachute Infantry, APO 32l.
)n. Postmaster, Can Francisco. A p
Ter atrooper with Uncle Sans For
rs. under General Mac" somewh
in the Pacific. by his sister. y
rd, Allen X. Binkley. the former FL
IN nor Emory. daughter of Mr. .
It's, Mrs. Harry Emory. one time