by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
How could they keep this a secret, of such a wretched thing? The men on the ships were told it was a kamikaze oh y oh y would they lie. Now those men who have passed on, now and then, didn’t know what happened on the fateful night, didn’t know where their... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
Climbing down from the train, the air smells fresh and sweet. As I walk, wet, yellow leaves drift around my feet. The war is over, home at last, can’t believe its true. Brother Al’s already here. He’s been back now since June. Turning up main street, its getting dark,... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
In memory of my father, Anthony N. LoFrese 853rd Engineers Aviation Battalion I found a scripted poem On paper torn and old The Sinking of the Rohna The story he had told My dad survived the Rohna’s plight November, forty-three He clung to life, beat the odds The ship... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
It was on a Friday evening Just about five o’clock When the great “Rohna” Began to reel and rock. The fellows they all cry What shall we do The ship has been hit And we can’t go through. Our ship was sinking rapidly And going mighty fast We had... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
We left Oran the twenty-fifth Of November forty three On His Majesty’s ship the “Rhona” And headed out to sea. We had no thought of fear that day Our spirits soaring high, And we never dreamed that danger lurked In that calm and peaceful sky. On the... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
It was on a Friday evening in November, And the wind was very high, When we got the report, There were German planes up in the sky. Now when they attacked, They came in on the sun, But they soon found out, We had a man on every gun. But our ship was numbered, And the... by TRSMA | Oct 1, 2013
December 30, 1943 on the USS Pioneer Now fill up your glasses folks, and turn off the the jazz, Everyone lend all the ears he has, I am going to tell a story dealt with fame and fear, About an A.M. Sweeper called the Pioneer. T’was deep in November and the winds... by TRSMA | Sep 24, 2013
This poem was written by Marvin Marx and submitted by his son: Twas the day after Thanksgiving And all through the ship, Not a soul was expecting a salt-water dip; The G.I.’s were crowded all over the decks, Dreaming of home and the fairest of sex; And hundreds were... 
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