Yeah ride on brothers.. never forget the cost to others for our freedom.
My Grandfather had a big role in the war that I’ve only learned of recently after him passing last year. He always carried a great burden of the war and had many secrets that he could never share. He wrote a poem to my Grandmother when they met in England just before WW2 broke out.
Ten little German boys yodelling on the Rhine
One went flat and sank then there were nine.
Nine little German boys strolling through a gate
A bull came out and chased one then there were eight
Eight little German boys looking up to heaven
One thought he’d like it there then were seven
Seven little German boys thought of many tricks
One thought a bit too much then there were six
Six little German boys cheered to be alive
When Hitler came and caught one, leaving only five
Five little German boys a fish bone they did gnaw
When one pushed it down his throat, then there were four
Four little German boys laughed and cried with glee
One had done the goose step wrong leaving only three
Three little German boys swearing at a Jew
He turned around and shot one then there were two
Two little German boys weighing half a ton
One ate alot too much then there was one
One little German boy looking for some fun
he sailed away across the sea and then there was none.
