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Gil (left) and Cal |
Thank you for the world so sweet.
Thank you for the food we eat.
Thank you for each bird that sings.
Thank you, Lord, for all good things.
Thank you for the gift of life.
Thanks for strength to cope with strife.
Thanks for laws that bind, and free,
And that help us move and be.
Oh, yes. One more thing I find:
Thanks for times we’ve peace of mind.
Editor's Note: This past Thanksgiving a reunion took place between Gil Cranberg and his World War II infantry foxhole mate, Cal Claus. Both are 88. Reminiscences were shared. At one point, Cal, a retired school psychologist from Wisconsin, recited a poem, reprinted here. Cal explained: "The first part was a childhood prayer. The second part ... emerged from some musings on my WWII experiences of being the target of random artillery, mortar and rifle fire. There were many moments when I wasn't sure I would see my 20th birthday, let alone my 88th. Indeed, each day is a gift!!!!!!!!!!!! Each moment of life is something to savor. In the scheme of things, I did celebrate my 20th birthday (July 4, 1945) on Okinawa after the battle had ended. Shalom, salaam, shanti, peace. Cal."
Gil (right) and Cal (middle) in Hawaii, 1944
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