Bouncing off the store front walls The drone of the bagpipes echo calls Tapping sound of the snare drums beat, Marking the tune for the soldiers’ feet.
Down the hill, advanced a farewell parade; Platoons of soldiers forming a long brigade. Family and friends cheering as they passed by, Waving their arms but not a goodbye.
A little boy arrived in an old Chevy truck, Waiting for Daddy to wish him good luck. Keeping step to the beat of the drum, Was not long before Daddy would come.
Whitey, they called him, broke from Mom’s grasp, Ran so quickly to his Daddy’s hand to clasp. “WAIT FOR ME DADDY”was the moment in time, His little legs churning for his Daddy’s hand to find.
With the flash of a shutter, Warren “Whitey” Bernard, Your life was now destined to become starred. Pte. Jack Bernard stretched out his arm, Not breaking rank , causing no alarm. Soon Daddy set sail, leaving mother Bernice. Whitey prayed each night for early peace. Out on the streets selling war Victory Bonds, Wishing they bring Daddy home with his respond.
Now seventy nine, this son of a soldier boy, Is Canada’s new hero to pass on the joy. Thanks Claude Dettloff, the photographer who observed Whitey sending off Daddy and the solders who served.
A stamp and the two dollar coin show Whitey’s face. A bronze statue erected in New Westminster place, October One, Nineteen Forty, a boy’s heart was torn; The moment of “WAIT FOR ME DADDY” was born.
Hugh Cox Sgt. RCAF C.D. RET. “Thanks Whitey, for the Moment in Time”