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 Sgt. Donald L. Foye, Middleboro Ma.
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chrisg
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Posted - 07/29/2017 :  14:29:58  Show Profile  Visit chrisg's Homepage  Send chrisg an AOL message
Sgt Donald L. Foye of the 357/E, died today at the age of 90.

He was the 2003 President of the 90th Division Association.

Thanks to Jim and Rhoda, Elvin Schofield, Ron Sholar, Dave Bockel and Ralph Doughty,their families and the many, many others who offered their friendship and help while we were all active in the Association..

Over the years of his association with this organization, he and his entire family made many great friends and went places we will always remember and cherish.

Thank you all.

Dennis, Kathy, Matt and Doris Foye

chrisg
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Posted - 07/29/2017 :  14:30:28  Show Profile  Visit chrisg's Homepage  Send chrisg an AOL message
My wife wrote this thinking of my father going to the train station. It was printed in the 2010 Reunion program. My father wasn't able to attend this year but is hoping he can make the next one.

The Trek to the Train by Kathy Foye

The moon shone bright on the newly fallen snow.
I make my way to the train.
The sound of my boots crunching as I go
my mind sings out the refrain…

“Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s off to work I go!”

With one more quick look over my shoulder,
I leave my home on the farm.
This morning my folks somehow looked older -
still feel Mom’s touch on my arm.

On the horizon, the sun starts to glow
glorious hues gold and red,
and rainbows appear in glistening snow,
as I dwell on what’s ahead.

My step quickens unintentionally
to a rhythm in my feet
these boots are marching quite naturally -
Left right, left right, hear the beat!

In the early morn I take in the sight
and make my way down the street;
with heavy heart I must do what is right,
my destiny soon to meet.

The sound of the train echoes through the town -
things sound diff'rent in the snow.
Biting ice crystals whirl a raw wind down;
one more mile to the Depot.

“Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s off to work I go!”

I catch up with my friend with a grimace;
we shift the packs on our backs,
pull up our collars and quicken our pace;
we're now in sight of the tracks.

Through the bitter cold, silently walking;
the time has come - we must act.
No more to say, no more need for talking,
we are enforcing our pact.

“Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s off to work we go!”

I smell the aroma of fresh baked bread
as I pass the Bakery;
the Diner and Barber Shoppe fill my head
with so many memories.

A lump in my throat about what I’m leaving;
my home and my future wife.
I will champion what I believe in -
though I may pay with my life.

There’s no turning back from what must be done.
For our country we will fight!
Our family, freedom and our Nation
we will defend what is right!

“Hi ho! Hi ho! It’s off to WAR we go!”

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