His name was Arthur Prescott
His rank Private First Class
His assignment Normandy
His home Worcester, Mass
He was promised to a girl there
With just three weeks to go
But that was three weeks too long
As only God could know

At home was the young lady
They grew up as best friends
She loved that brave soldier
And waited for the war to end
And for him to return
To marry her that Fall
Unaware his country
Would be his higher call

And time stood still
For a moment that day
When his mother’s face said all
She needed to say
They mourned as a nation cheered
Its heroes on the shore
For the war had ended
But more had ended than the war

She found their last letters
That managed to survive
One received and one returned
Postmarked nineteen forty five
He wrote, “Wish you were here tonight
Under this full moon”
She replied, “Arty Darling,
Please come home soon”

And time stood still
For a moment that day
When his mother’s face said all
She needed to say
They mourned as a nation cheered
Its heroes on the shore
For the war had ended
But more had ended than the war

© 2007 David Argentati (ASCAP)