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A Little Hill In Arlington
A Little Hill in Arlington There’s a little hill in Arlington Where no bodies are interred Yet crosses dot the hillside And Taps are sometimes heard Unlike the Unknown Soldier With “unknowns” in the ground This little hill in Arlington Is for soldiers never found I grew up without a father He was gone when I was four Flying for the Air Force Back in the Korean War His plane was ore’ the Azores When communications ceased The search went on for days and days They never found a piece My mother raised four children Each day she learned to cope She said until a body’s found We’d never give up hope The years went by just waiting And my mother, bless her soul Held on until her very end To a grieving widow’s role For fifty years we children Had no resting place for Dad No gravesite and no marker No closure ever had Then on little hill in Arlington Where no bodies are interred We raised a simple white cross Dad’s Taps were finally heard My big sister got the folded flag And we all shed the tears That had been bottled up inside us For all those fifty years Now Dad, he has a resting place With other fallen sons On a quiet little hillside Right here in Arlington
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