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THE SULLIVANS, 1942
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




It was a cold  blustery day in Waterloo
An Iowan winter with not much to do
A silent military mission was underway
Three warriors  here with a chilling say

Can you point the way to 98 Adams street
We have a message from the commander in chief
They arrived   found Tom  Sullivan at the door
He instinctively knew why they were there for

The war was on and as was the custom
When a serviceman was killed or missing
The service branch would send a mission
To advise the family of the tragic event

Which one of my sons did not survive??
I’m sorry sir   we’re here for all five
No dagger could  plunge as deep as that phrase
The infinite heartbreak that message conveys

Now to tell Alleta the mother of the boys
How do you tell a mother her five sons are gone
Dispensing heartbreak with a multiple of five 
Al,  Frank, Matt, Joe,  George, none survived

These young men all rest in the sea
Each has a stele dedicated to his memory
At the place honoring many a son
Campo Santo            Arlington




That happened over seventy years ago
An event that every american should know 
The fate of five brothers on the USS Juneau

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