Poem by Bill's Grandmother, Mildred Carpenter Donaldson, on the occasion of his enlistment in the Naval Air Cadet program.

A maid, a mother, a grandmere old
Turns back life's pages framed in Gold

She relives in memory - the pleasures and joys
of her life as spent with these three boys

William the First, the Second, the Third
A call to arms with them she heard

To you the Third of my Williams' Dear
May your way in the sky be always clear