Posted - 04/12/2006 : 00:10:28
REVEILLE IN HEAVEN
All the heroes of the nation will be gathered for the sight
When the Author of Creation sunders daylight from the night.
When the final bugle summons they will gather from afar;
He will read out their promotions, pin on each a morning star.
And the whirling of the Planets will be music of the band
When the Universe-Commander takes the reviewing stand.
Then the winds will play in anthem that will echo through the sky
And the banners of the sunrise will dip low as they go by.
Why, there's Master Sergeant Johnny with his crutches thrown away.
Eyes Right! Mrs. Miller's Joseph, he was killed at Buna Bay.
Doughboys lost in grimy foxholes from Saipan to St. Nazaire,
Booby-trapped in reeking cellars, every mother's son was there!
There're a thousand from Tarawa, and the gang from Kwajalein;
There the battle-scarred battalions rose from Hill Six Hundred Nine.
Here are Merrill's grim Marauders, blood wounds washed in morning dew,
There's the valiant St. Lo Major; Wainwright's boys pass in review.
Here are boys who held one acre in a skirmish without name,
Here is 90007-Heaven knows him just the same!
RANK on rank of marching thousands, tramping over Heaven's sod,
Captains, privates, sergeants, colonels-all pass equal before God.
They wear ribbons from the sunset, they wear medals of the suns,
And the thunder and the lightning flash salute from Heaven's guns.
They go marching, marching, marching, through the vistas of the sky-
They go marching on forever-YANKEE soldiers never die!
By Corporal Dana Thomas
My Father, 2nd Lt. Ernest G Sachse, Jr sent a copy of this poem home to his mother. He wrote below the poem,
I really think this is an excellent poem, it affected me a great deal when I read it.