The Telegram

By Eunice Mildred LonCoske

The same bird is calling
Over and over;
Our children laugh by
The garden wall;
The same bees hum in
The purple clover –
Oh, nothing has
Changed in my world at
all!
The same wind lifts and
The same wind creases
The starched white cur-
tains like drifting foam;
Only my life has shat-
tered to pieces,
Only the hearth has gone
from the home.

“LEST WE FORGET”

Note: This poem was kept in a note book belonging to Elodie Burke Gardner. The Gardner’s, Ward Sr. & Elodie’s, four sons were casualties of World War II. Two killed the action, the other two severely wounded. All four of these casualties happened in the European Theater of Operations and all in the unbelievably short period of 108 day. We’d like to thank Evo G Facchine for introducing this poem to us in his articles of the Gardner sons also posted on this website.

We dedicate this poem to the mothers of Jay & Benezette Townships who sons in the service of their country were killed or missing in action:

S/SGT ROBERT L. BARR
S/SGT THOMAS J. BRICEN
EUGENE CROFUTT
PFC CALVIN P. GARDNER
PVT THOMAS HARRY GARDNER
JAMES GAUL
S/SGT JAMES GLAZINER
PVT HARRY E. HARRISON
CPL WILLIAM HAROLD HUFF
JOSEPH PAUL OLEWNIK
TM3 CARMEN A. PARZIALE
1 LT MICHAEL G. REBO
CPL WILLILAM D. SHIPMAN
SP4 JOHN ELLSWORTH SHOWER JR.
PFC JOHN SILINSKY, JR.
THOMAS V. SMITH
MAX BERNARD TRENN
FLOYD A. WOODRING