Jeanette Marie Hammons
Jeanette wrote this poem for her mother, Annemarie, who is now 80 years old and was born in Germany.
Annemarie was to be married to the soldier in the poem. In November 1942 but he was killed on the Russian Front either in June or July of 1942 between Minsk and Smolensk, Russia, only three weeks after being sent to the front. Jeanette has heard her mother talk about him all her life and knows how much she loved him and how much he loved her.
Jeanette declares that she is not a poet but felt the need to put something in words about him to give to her Mother.
There was a young Man named Heinz Zorn.
Somewhere in Beautiful Germany he was born.
Into the German Wehrmacht he went…
Then off to War to the Russian front he was sent…
With his Rifle in hand… he sits in a Foxhole far from his Fatherland.
His thoughts turn to the Girl he left behind.
Please don’t forget me and don’t shed a Tear. I will return to you in time.
When all the Earth is once again Peaceful and Kind.
Sleep doesn’t come easy for the young Soldier,
Bullets are flying over his head and Bombs are falling everywhere,
Landmines are all around his feet.
So alert he must stay… for him and his Comrades are
starting to feel weak.
Once again he thinks of the beloved Girl he left in Germany.
Please don’t forget me and don’t be blue. I will return to you in time.
When the Sun is shining bright and the nights are all lit-up by the Silvery Moon.
The enemy was approaching ever so near.
The young Soldier was feeling great fear.
With half-frozen Hands and Feet he musters up all his Courage
and with his Comrades they stand to fight deep into the dark night.
Finally awakening to a bright shining light… not sure if it was Morning
or Night. The pain hits him like a blow from a Rock… and he remembers
how hard they had fought. His thoughts suddenly return to the Promise
he gave his Girl back in Germany.
Please don’t forget me, and how much my heart yearns for you
With the will of God and the help of Angels…
I will return to you in time and never give you up.
Then all of a sudden the young soldier closes his eyes and feels no more pain…
and in the distant parts of his mind he has return to the girl he left behind.
©Copyright March 11, 2003 by Jeanette Marie Hammons
Author’s Note: This is dedicated to HEINZ ZORN… who died on the Russian Front in 1942 and his Fiancé at the time… my Mother, ANNEMARIE (HEPP) HAMMONS