Written as a tribute to a great-uncle of mine who left his young family to fight in WW2 and never came home
This is based on the true story of my great-uncle.Home Ackelson, who at the age of 21, lost his life , somewhere over Germany in 1943, his train did pass though his hometown where his young wife, and son lived, and he never made it home again. MyGrandmother told me the story of her baby brother, who she helped raise and loved dearly,shortly before she left this world , this song is dedicated to her, Ada White, and her brother Homer Ackelson, I know somewhere they are listening...
SOMEONE TO LOVE
the young man ridin'on the troop train looked out into the rain
christmas would be here very soon, he'd be so faraway
he'd got his notice, the time had come, he was going overseas
he was 21, with a wife and son, in 1943
the train rolled by little towns, he saw houses all aglow
christmas trees in windows, sparklin' diamonds, spun with gold
up ahead he knew they'd be passin' through
the town that held his love
from the tracks he could see his home so dear, in the trees on the hills above
he said
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it I don't make it home, send them someone to love
make it him strong , make him wise, make him love my only son
if I don't make it home, send them someone to love
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the train slowed down to a stop, to gather more supplies
he said, sarge let me run home one more time,
for one more sweet goodbye
wish I could son, you know you can't, you'll be shipping out tonight,
we got miles to go, we're behind, son there won't be time
turned around to sit back down, wiped a tear from his eyes
said, Lord I'm scared, I realize, I might come home alive
I've tried to live a life that's good, I'm not afraid to die,
I just love that girl and need to know, you'll be there when she cries
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his last letter come two days after,the chaplain broke the news
he wrote, it's getting rough,I've seen enough of the evil men can do
before I sleep I pray for peace, and that what we're doing's right
then I close my eyes and in my dreams you'r in my arms each night
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(and) he was 21, with a wife and son, in 1943...
Dedicated to the true story and memory of my great-uncle
Homer Ackelson 1922-1943
shot down over Germany in WW2