(April is poetry month. New poetry number seven.) A soldier prayer. 1- Young men go to war, old men return. 2- Can you kill and murder? Can you forget the blood on your… Continue reading
(For April, the poetry month. Number six.) 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war… Continue reading
(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover. My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could… Continue reading
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
Coming home. I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.A 1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t… Continue reading
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where the old soldiers go. When they are so… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading
Letters and promises. You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me. —1- Dear… Continue reading
My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him, and I saw in his eyes.… Continue reading
