OUR FLAG WAVED SO BEAUTIFUL
ON THE RAISING OF OLD GLORY AT
MOOSBURG--(Stalag VIIA) GERMANY
APRIL 29, 1945
Tanks rumble in the night
And we sensed freedom was coming.
How soon it would happen
We did not know,
But our faith told us all would be right.
Then with the rising of the sun
Our freedom thundered in on that beautiful April
Of cold sunshine and breeze
We listened to token gunfire beyond the trees
And knew liberation was not far away.
Our forces had given an ultimatum
For the Germans to free us all,
But they held onto our freedom
And did not reply
It was then came up the war cry
That sent our army forward
Into Moosburg, barbred wire prison town,
Where anxious village square, church steeple,
And flag pole flying the sinister swastika.
Was disrupted by one lone rifleman
Firing as though to say
I shall hold for one last moment their freedom.
With the exchange of angry fire,
Shooting ceased and we at the gate rejoiced
In loud hurrahs.
And then, quiet came in our hearts,
As men cried and fell down on their knees
Thanking God for their liberation,
Burned in my mind forever
Will always be the picture of our flags
Going slowly up that flag pole --
Weaving so gently in the breeze.
R.H. Owen, POW
Stalag Luft III at Sagan & Stalag 7A at Moosburg, Germany
Country Boy Infantry 'The Blue Devils' 88th Infantry Division 1944-1945. Carey E. Ashcraft. Self Published. Pg. 3
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Nice. Thanks Anna
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