In Loving Memory of my brother,
Airman Roger J. Johann
July 24, 1935-May, 4, 1955

Life is a whisper quick–
as he balanced the cigarette on his lip
I was just three, sitting on his knee
the kitchen chair, him and me
then he passed the cigarette my way
naïve I was what can I say
when a puff of smoke I did inhale
and I felt ever so pale
big brothers have their ways
and we did bond deeply in that stay.
It was Christmas Eve and I was four
I was waiting for him who I adored
Snuggled in his bed asleep
He picked me up and down the stairs we did creep
There underneath the lit Christmas tree
Colored chalk and blackboard waiting for me!
Off to England and Iceland next
There he was the Air Force guest
Then the day became the night
His life was lost on that flight
Only nineteen, it was not fair
So young and so much to give for freedom’s dare
The North Atlantic took him to the Lord
And his eight friends who were aboard
Now the years have come and gone
Still I remember his gentle song
My Mom sat with me
Beneath the window breeze
Pointing to the sky
To the military formation for me to fly
There were the planes one by one
Except for yours, they flew their song
How deep her sorrow for you she wept
In her heart, the love she kept
How many young people have given their life
For freedom, that day, became your wife
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