The following poem was written by Mrs. Nellie L. Smith in memory of her grandson Sgt. Emerson P. Smith. It was first printed in the Marietta, Ohio, Times on February 2, 1944.
Somewhere out there in a foreign
Thousands of miles away
Our boy is sleeping his last long
Awaiting the Judgment Day.
To think how he died that we
might be free
Gave his life for the Red, White
Our hearts ache with pain when
we think of the past
Of the dreams that never came
How should we all honor our
Who have died for liberty,
Work, fight and pray till peace is
May God hasten victory.