by 1st Sgt. Charles L. McGhie (1920-1976)

I have dreamed of a rendezvous high in the sky, A place where true buddies will meet by and by. Those who were parted as time went along, Those who have lived, and those who are gone. It may be a cloud of silver that glows in the sun, and It may be a star we see when the day is done. It may be a planet, the moon, or maybe! It's so far in the distance we cannot see. There is a place where we all know it's true Because we trust in God, and he said so, too. He said we would part for perhaps many years, And we accepted this parting through a shield of tears. With a hand clasp and embrace, we all said goodbye. We knew some would come home and others would die. We promised each other that those who were spared Would help mend the hearts of the loved ones who cared. I'll be going back soon to our little town. There'll be a few of the gang who won't be around. There will be memories at every turn of the hand Of things we accomplished and things we had planned. I promise my happiness and dreams I will share With my buddies who are waiting for me up there. I'll keep in mind the things that occurred From the time of our parting till life became blurred. Then, I'll pass them on when the meeting takes place, And we greet the smile of a familiar face. Yes, a group of fine soldiers, heroes all, Who one by one have answered the call. We'll let Old Glory billow the song that we love. We'll salute our commander, who rules up above. Then taps will sound, and we'll all pass by when we meet at the rendezvous high in the sky.