Born Elmer Henry Ake way back in nineteen twenty-five.
How many my age are still alive?
In Indiana where I went to school
I learned how not to be a fool.
I never once sat on the dunce's stool,
Even if I did break all the teacher's rules.
Then I left and joined the Army in nineteen forty-two.
When I left the townsfolk stood and cheered 'til their faces were blue.
And when I saw the send-off my friends and home folk tried to give
I never again went back there to live.
I took my basic training down in the deep South.
Bet those people still remember my big mouth.
But I learned to march and learned to shoot.
Learned to be a soldier; learned who I must salute.
Then I went to England in nineteen forty-four.
That is where I really learned what is meant by war.
I learned what it means to be bereft
When my girlfriend Jenny blew up and left.
France, Belgium and Germany all looked the same;
Just piles of rubble without a name.
When the war ended and I came back home,
I couldn't settle down I just wanted to roam.
In Cincinnati, Ohio, I married a girl named Betty Jane
I know in life I caused her much stress and pain
But she says she would do it all again.
We have been married more than fifty years
And she still calls me honey dear,
With one daughter Linda that fills our hearts with cheer.
Now I am retired I just sit back
And on my computer I try to hack.
Of places I've been and of things I've done
Most ended sad, very few were fun.
So when we get old and life must soon end,
And you can't see what's around the bend,
It's nice to remember long ago friends
And to tell the world how they met their end.
Just one more thing as I reminisce,
An Angel caused me to write this.
You see I was blessed by God above
And immortalized by Gilda's love.
Copyright © 1998-2007 by Elmer Ake. All rights reserved.
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