Here is a more full length version of the song. I think about my maternal grandmother's younger brother, Gerald Shirley, whenever I hear this. He died in 1945 after the fighter plane he was piloting went down, somewhere out in the Pacific, near Japan, as it was nearing its aircraft carrier. Gerald was unable to get out of the plane after it went down in the ocean. His co-pilot did though. My grandmother believed Gerald was one of the last guys to die out in the Pacific (if not the last). He would have been in his early twenties.
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