Mr. Speaker, recently, a poem was given to me in fond memory of Sergeant Lewis (Louie) Annear of the 9th Infantry Division, I ask these moving words be included in the Record: Last night I had a vision tho my mind was quite awake; A vision…
Mr. Speaker, recently, a poem was given to me in fond memory of Sergeant Lewis (Louie) Annear of the 9th Infantry Division, I ask these moving words be included in the Record:
Last night I had a vision tho my mind was quite awake; A
vision born of sadness, of memories I could not shake. In
retrospect the years passed by, and uncasing life's review; A
boy I loved sat my side, his life I lived anew. I saw him as
a baby, I held him in my arms; I prayed the good ALL Father
to keep him safe from harm. I saw him as a tow-head, his
blond hair all awry. His blue eyes kind and gentle, and heard
his happy cry. I saw him fishing on the lake when first he
learned to cast; I saw him land his first great fish as
whitecaps hurried past. I saw him on the football field,
elusive as a ghost. His shifting hips and racing feet seemed
to fairly float. I saw him in the house of God, devout,
sincere and true; I think the angels gathered there when he
was passing through. I saw him in his much loved home alive
and always kind; The family sort of worshipful when he was on
their mind. I saw him in the workshop when soil begrimed his
hand; But, even grandeur proclaimed him every bit a man. I
saw him in his uniform when he heard his country's call And
despairing of God's mercy, I saw him in his fall. I followed
him from ship to beach on Africa's dark shore; I lived with
him at Kasserine Pass, Bizerte and far more. I saw his wound
and felt his pain when he wrote of how they fought; And
prayed to God they would send him home, that was my only
thought. I saw my prayers unanswered as from England came the
word; This soldier boy was listed for D-Day's most dangerous
work. I lived with him for D-Day, felt suspense and honest
fear; For only fools, not angels, sought then to give us
cheer. Then came the fateful hour, the supreme test was at
hand; Poised on the foremost troop ship, I saw him proudly
stand. I saw his well trained muscles, twitching there
beneath his gear; But, his head was high, his eyes were
clear, he was master of all fear. I saw the sea as it tossed
on high and heard the grinding waves; And then the roar of
guns, and bombs, as night gave way to day. I saw him land,
one of the first, his face was to the front; And I prayed to
God to save this boy who was always moving up. I lived with
him again, those days when death rode every wave; Scant rest
or food, just fighting on, for us our homes to save. For days
on end, I trudged with him, my mind, his body torn; He would
not stop, from dawn to dusk, and yet on until morn. I felt
despair, I was sick at heart, it seemed no God or man; Could
ask so much of just a boy nor wield such a high command. And
when at last he came to rest,
it seemed a welcome lair; On foreign soil, at break of day, I
saw him lying there. The command to halt had come at last,
sweet peace and rest were his; And then I took my weary soul
and stole into the mist. My soul seemed dead, my mind a
blank, I could not reason why; So great a task was asked of
him, or why he had to die. For days I pondered, lost in
doubt, just a asking why; And, then at last, the mist broke
out, again I saw the sky. I saw the face of God look down,
His staff was raised on high; And at His side, with hand in
hand, I saw our soldier boy. And there my soul worn vision
found its answer as to why; This soldier boy of ours had
lived and why he had to die. His life had been all goodness,
and glorious his deed; God too, has use for soldiers, very
special are His needs. Tis the good who die to glory, and for
us left here behind; their noble lives remind us we too
should be their kind. The light he burned so brightly, in
home or far afield; Will light our steps upward in God's
commanded zeal. Encouraged by his example, strengthened by
his unfaltering faith, We too may leave the battle, to rest
in God's grace. And, so my vision ended, with God and Louie,
too; I now resume my journey, as he would have me do.
So Mr. Speaker it is my honor to rise to recognize Staff Sergeant Lewis Annear for his service, dedication, and ultimate sacrifice to our great country. As we dedicate the new National World War II Memorial, I call on my colleagues to join with me in recognizing this brave American as he gave his life to ensure the freedom that America enjoys today.