Silver moon softens shattered walls,
Only the ghosts remain,
And the winds howl down the lonely halls
The tales of blood and pain.

And chutes sigh, like long lost souls,
Stranded in lifeless trees,
Death lurks in the cave-like holes
That gape at the lonely seas.

O Lord, consecrate and bless
The loved ones who must rest,
Who bore your cross and gave their all
In this their final test.

 Gertus H. Jones, Sgt.
Battery "B"
462nd Parachute Artillery Battalion