A Poem by Harry J. Schallom.
My thoughts are very numerous
And my trend of thought does stray
To things that happened currently
And to things of yesterday.
I think of going overseas
To help to win this war
And then I think of home Sweet home
My golf clubs and my car.
But, most of all I often think
Of those so dear to me
My Wife, my Mother, and my Dad
No more dear could they ever be.
*I am proud to share this poem, written by my Dad, 1st Sargent Harry J. Schallom, in about 1943. His official address in the military was 28th Air Depot Group, New York, NY. His post was Calcutta, India. Harry was born August 1, 1919, 100 years ago today. He was an optimistic, sharp, philosophical 97 year old, when he passed away in 2016.
My love is his always.