I dream so often of the days we knew
Those days when love was like a guiding light,
And yet although I know your eyes were blue,
Although I swore to be forever true,
Although I dream of going home to you
Your name has slipped my memory tonight.
Author: Henry Lee
Lt. Henry Lee, US Army, grew up in South Pasadena, California. He was captured by the Japanese at Bataan in 1941. He wrote several poems during his imprisonment, burying them before being taken to a transport headed to Japan in 1945. Henry Lee died during an American air attack.