It is fifteen years now that you are gone my darling Father. This poem is for you Dad and all of those who served with you, past, and present. Looking for a trace of my father’s face so many men in uniform who served the 101st Airborne He must appear in one of them Photos, movie reels and the like For he was there in all the frey Carentan, Holland, The Bulge And D-Day We sons and daughters And grandchildren…..
My Great, Great Grandfather James Tharp also served as a soldier in the cavalry. His grave is amongst the many Tharp family members in Petersburg, Indiana. As I strolled through the cemetery, I couldn’t help but feel the strong pull and connection to my family members that I never met. My Grandpa Ibren Tharp passed away in 1943. My father was only 18 turning 19 later that year. If I had any doubts about who I am and where I…..
A soldier thinks of important things to keep him going in battle: His Fellow Soldiers His Family The Letters
