When Country Calls

My Uncle Dave sent out a poem he recently found from my Grandfather. He wrote to my Grandmother in 1917 as America was preparing to fight in World War One. His words worked quite well. They had 14 children, 11 boys and 3 girls. We must honor our soldiers and their families each and every day.

A poem written by Ted Wimmer to Agnes

When Country Calls

I feel so very lonesome tonight
I don’t know what to do
I feel so blue and downhearted right
So I’ll write a few lines to you.

I was dreaming of the days gone by
And the hours I spent with you
My eyes grew dim, and with a sigh
I said your love must be true.

There’s a sort of pain that hurts my heart
When I think of the hour drawing nigh
The sad day when we two must part
When I’ll kiss you and say good bye.

Remember me and do not fear
To you, I’ll always be true
I’ll always think of you my dear
And I hope to return to you.

Rivers, mountains and the ocean may lie
Between your soldier and you
His love for you will never die
If you’ll promise you’ll be true.

Your soldier begs of you to say
At the rising of the sun
A prayer for him, that this very day
May not be his last one.

And when this war to an end has come
And the troops God spared return
The world again its peace has won
Your soldier’s love for you will burn.

And if the giver of all good
Hears the prayers of your spotless heart
At least I hope and pray he would
That I return never more to part.