Book of Memories
by Ogden Stanley "Danny" Stutler
HQ (Communications), 1st BN, 506th PIR


items from SFC(R) Randy Stutler,
son of Ogden Stanley "Danny" Stutler
[HQ (Communications), 1st BN, 506th PIR, 1942-1945]
Booklet Page 1

Front of booklet of poems




Booklet Page 2

Page 2




Hi Friends:

I'm very happy for the opportunity to put
this little book of poetry out to the public.
Many of my friends have requested copies of
them, so I have put together a few of my
favorites that I wrote while overseas in World
War II, and also a snapshot of myself in
uniform. I have been all over the country, but
I was born in W. Va., and don't claim to be
anything but a hillbilly. I wish to express my
thanks to my friends and especially to Mel
Steele and Patsy Jean for my start in show
business and making the appearance of this
book possible.

Danny

Introduction




COPYRIGHT JULY 12, 1944-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOLD

Paratroopers 'D' Day

We boarded planes as darkness fell,
      and headed into France.
To jump into a pot of hell,
     our lives staked on a chance.
Little did we know or dream
     what waited for us there.
But our mission was a vital one,
     to fail we did not dare.
We hit the silk hours before
     the dawn began to show.
And many of our pals that morn
     never saw the sun's bright glow.
Sad were the sights we saw of some
     that were caught still in their 'chutes,
Their clothes stained red
     from the wounds they bore,
Lay lifeless in their boots.
The fight went on through the morn
     and night,
Into what seemed endless days.
And every man a hero was
     in a hundred different ways.
For the boys that fought
     and gave their lives,
They had not given them in vain,
For the job they did was one more step
     towards the freedom of the world again.





COPYRIGHT MARCH 7, 1943-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOLD

Friendship

If one had the wealth of all the world,
     but no friendship could he win,
His life would be of solitude,
     of misery and of sin.
A life of fear and of constant watch,
     so his riches he might keep.
Each night would be of worry,
     not one of peaceful sleep.
I guess a life without a friend,
     or someone very dear,
Would be as if there were no light,
     always dark and drear.
For a friend is dearer more than wealth,
     they make a life worth while.
And every where you chance to go,
     you are greeted with a smile.
So choose a friend instead of wealth,
     if you should have your choice.
For wealth Is a lifeless thing of hate,
     but with a friend, you can rejoice.





COPYRIGHT JANUARY 16, 1944-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOLD

Life

Life is just as a rolling sea,
     it rises and falls as the tide.
There are days we are happy,
     and free from care.
And there are days on the rougher side.

Plan not ahead for things of this life,
     reach not for a far distant goal.
For a storm will come up,
     and you will be hurt,
To the lowest depth of your soul.
One cannot tell what tomorrow will bring,
     it may be lonely and sad.
But be not discouraged,
     for there is the next,
Which may make you happy and glad.
Take life as it comes and do not complain,
     even at the lowest of tide.
Just be happy your living day after day,
     and have a home in which to abide.





COPYRIGHT OCTOBER 11, 1944-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOL D

Holland's Fairyland

You think of Holland as a fairyland,
     a place of happy bliss.
But what you'll see as I have seen,
     is a place that resembles this.
Buildings without doors or windows,
     their sides caved in and torn to bits.
Fields with dead and wounded cattle,
     where enemy shells have made their hits.
Weeping families by the roadside,
     who were driven out to roam.
With nothing left but burning rubble,
     of the place they once called home.
A place that once to them was heaven,
     a place to worship and to dwell.
But now a smoking pile of shambles,
     a place that shells have blown to hell.
In a few short months war has destroyed
     what has taken years to build.
Some things to never be replaced,
     orders that cannot be filled.
That is the fairyland of Holland,
     a place where fairies no longer sit.
Just a place of grief and sorrow,
     a place where war and destruction hit.





COPYRIGHT JANUARY 22, 1944-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOLD

The World

What is this world, this place where we live?
     I have often heard it said,
It is just a place to stay until death,
     a place for a meal and a bed.
I cannot say for of that I know not,
     this world is of fiction it seems.
You hear someone talk as though they
     built the earth,
But it's only wild visions and dreams.
It's a very strange place,
     with its wars ever fought.
And everyone scheming for power,
     but what will they do when this
     life is through,
And they have come to their last
     fleeting hour.
There is only one who knows of this world,
     this place where we all live and love,
No other holds the power to see,
     except the Father above.





COPYRIGHT SEPTEMBER 10, 1944-OGDEN STUTLER
NOT TO BE SOLD

Thoughts At Eventide

When twilight casts its shadow
     on the closing of the day,
And daylight softly steals into
     some unknown far away.
When the firefly lights its lantern
     and the nightbird starts to sing,
It is then one's thoughts start drifting,
     like an eagle on the wing.
Into the vastness of the future
     into centuries far ahead.
Searching things yet undiscovered,
     places where no foot has tread.
Fleeing through the flickering shadows,
     of the years that are to be.
Seeing sights that may in distant time,
     become reality.
Thus are the thoughts of everyone,
     when darkness settles deep.
Wondering aimless in the vast beyond,
     until they are lost in sleep.

Last page of booklet of poems




1942

Ogden Stanley "Danny" Stutler in 1942




October 16, 1944:  A Pal

Poem about T/SGT Robert L Cheever (HQ, 1st BN, 506th PIR; KIA 9/19/44 Holland)
SGT "Bud" Cheever saved Danny Stutler's life in a canal in Holland.




Unknown and Stutler

(L-R): unknown and Danny Stutler




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