Honey, we'll miss you and write when you can. Then she'd reach out and place a Silver Dollar in your hand. Now hold on and keep this in remembrance of me, And make the good soldier that I want you to be. She gave out Silver Dollars to all The young boys she knew As they left their homes for World War II. She loved them all and had a mother's concern For all the young men and their safe return. Now you hurry back, and be good while you're gone, And don't forget to keep in touch With your family, for they feel so alone. With a big hug and a tear in her eye, That big round-faced smile would fade into a cry. She gave me my Silver Dollar back in 1944. I wonder just how many she gave out. I don't need to look at it to remember her, Cause she was like a momma to me, too. Oh, well, she had her faults as we all do, But I know she had the biggest heart and It must have been of pure gold! Yes, she was a caring person and I will always treasure my Silver Dollar And never forget her. You know, in my mind's eye, I can see a long line Of soldiers at Stone Creek, and That smiling face of hers passing in review. In times of War there are many heroes, not all of them in uniform. One of those was Ebbie Cooper of Stone Creek, Lee County, Virginia. Reprinted with permission from Gone...But Not Too Far by K. Carson Kirk. Copyright © K. Carson Kirk 1993