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THE GREATEST GENERATION
The Greatest Generation is passing from sight,
Fewer each year to shine the light.
Through depression, war and aftermath,
They faced hard times and enemies wrath.
What we are now, what we have become,
To the Greatest Generation we roll the drum.
We stand in salute to warriors of old,
We patterned our life to fit that mold.
Shoulders bent now and heads bent down,
Thanking their Maker without a sound.
They enjoyed live full, they pointed the way,
Why they are the greatest they will not say.
From cities, small towns and farm land,
A childhood of values not built on sand,
From time of birth 'till present day,
Slower now with countenance grey,
A world built for us by the greatest,
Partaking with us all the latest.
From horse and buggy to a walk on the moon,
The Greatest Generation will depart soon.
Ne'er will it be said, they faltered ever,
They answered the call, they wavered never.
Building the country, covering the land,
Greeting their neighbor with outstretched hand.
They faced down the Soviets for fifty years,
Stopping their strut and jamming their gears,
The whole world breathed a sigh of relief,
No more Soviets to threaten the peace.
When a hundred years hence the question is asked,
Which generation was first, which the last,
Generation fire-birthed in Wall Street crash,
Our finest, our Greatest Generation, did last.
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Poem By:
Former Marine Sergeant Donald Bernard Smith
USMC Serial Number 1672175
Served from 1960 to 1966
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