US PARAS Caraciolo, Albert J.

[John Robertson]

• SURNAME

Caraciolo ​

• FORENAME

Albert J. ​

• UNIT

517 Parachute Infantry Regiment (Company C) ​

• RANK

Corporal ​

• NUMBER

12012831 ​

• DATE OF DEATH

14th January 1945 ​

• AGE

21 ​

• GRAVESITE

St Agnes Cemetery,West Chester,Chester County,Pennsylvania ​

• ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

from West Chester,Chester County,Pennsylvania​

born 3.12.1923 West Chester,Pennsylvania​

son of Dominic and Josephine Caraciolo,224 North Darlington Street,West Chester,​

Pennsylvania​

graduated St Agnes High School,West Chester 1941​

welder,John Wood Company,Conshohocken in civilian life​

entered service 1942​

award Bronze Star​

KIA Logbierme,Belgium​

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My Soldier Boy​

Josephine Caraciolo​

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I've been grieving about you dear Albert​

And shedding so many tears.​

Tears, my boy, I shed in silence​

During the last two lonely years.​

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The telegram came so sudden,​

Right out of a clear blue sky.​

Oh, the shock was so terrific,​

For you were too young to die.​

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But this is my greatest sorrow,​

And how can I help but cry.​

You never got the chance, my boy,​

To bid your loved ones goodbye.​

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When just 18, you volunteered,​

Without a fear of the enemy's gun.​

Never, never thinking, my dear son,​

You would lose your life at twenty-one.​

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On that bitter cold day, in Belgium,​

January the 14th, nineteen forty-five,​

You went out on a mission, smiling,​

But you didn't come back alive.​

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A letter tells me you went suddenly,​

With no time to realize, of course.​

We would get that awful message​

And shed tears of blood over your loss.​

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So only God knows the sorrow,​

Only God knows the ache,​

That is always in my heart​

With every breath I take.​

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But there's still one consolation left,​

That kind of eases my sad heart.​

I know we'll meet again some day,​

Never, never more to part.​

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Some day, I hope to see you, son.​

Some day, I know not when,​

To hear you call me 'Little Mom'​

When we shall be together again.​

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Then as we clasp each other's hand​

The Lord will make me understand​

Why on earth we had to part.​

Then He will heal my broken heart.​

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All my tears will turn to joy my boy,​

As we go walking, side by side​

With Angels singing, joy bells ringing.​

Then your 'Little Mom' will be satisfied.​

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And if by some miracle, dear, Albert,​

To your loved ones you should come back.​

Why you wouldn't know your 'little Mom'?​

Who is always dressed in black.​

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Dressed in black for you, dear,​

For life will never be the same​

But I never miss a day dear Albert,​

That I don't mention your name.​

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So I won't say good-bye forever, Son,​

For I know that it's just for a while​

It may be days, or it may be years.​

But through my tears I'll try and smile.​

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So 'Little Mom', my boy, will try her best​

With God's help to get along.​

I know it's true, I'll be seeing you.​

Until then, 'So long, my boy', so long​