By Larry Shurilla
Permit me to close this chapter of I Grew Up With A Hero with some of the lyrics from Red Wing, the whistled song that rekindled hope in the heart of Stalag Luft I POW, Clair Cline. Some 400,000 American warriors gave the ultimate sacrifice for their country and never returned home from World War II.
But when all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
For far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.
Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing
The breeze is sighing, the night bird’s crying,
For afar ‘neath his star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing’s weeping her heart away.
Thank you Larry,
I look forward to your writings. Your heart is in your words, thanks for taking me through your fathers eyes to see history.