In skies of November, '44,
Major Milton Joel soared,
With valor in his heart,
And duty on his sword.

Above Bremen's fields of sorrow,
He flew to shield and fight,
Protecting bombers' wings,
In the deepening twilight.

His plane, a silent witness,
To courage in the sky,
Shot down in fierce combat,
Where brave souls often die.

His body never found,
Yet his spirit never fades,
Among the fallen heroes,
In honored, sacred glades.

Rest in peace, dear Major,
In the embrace of the stars,
With those who gave their all,
In freedom's noble wars.

American, English, French,
And countless nations more,
They paid the ultimate price,
In the tumult of war's roar.

May their sacrifice be honored,
Their memories held dear,
For in the hearts of nations,
Their legacy is clear.

Created by
MarkWaldrop