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|Can't Keep a Good Man Down
Somewhere over France, they shot down
my life long hero, my Uncle Ray.
World War II fighter pilot, that day,
survived to return to the USA,
ninety-five years he hung around.
His neck was broken when shot down
"was his lucky day", he used to say,
married his nurse, found love that would stay,
a good life with laughter, work, and play,
Dad to two girls, they're still around.
A baby when he was shot down,
my first memory, he rescued me.
He always made me laugh, he would be
my counsel, mentor, he guided me.
I felt safe when he was around.
~~Judi Van Gorder