Memorial

c.2018allrightssreserved

Memorial Day haiku 2018

Boys arrived, laughing
marched day, trudged night, steady drill
saluted farewell

c.2018JanGodownAnnino

I grew up hearing stories told by
my dear Dad about his days in WWII as a
Fort Dix, N.J. drill sergeant. He took on
raw recruits from Pennsylvania, New Jersey,
sent them off as efficient fighters against
the Nazis.

4 thoughts on “Memorial

  1. My dad served in the Navy, the Azores specifically. He was a radio man and a substitute cook. That was the war that everyone still called “The War” even as my generation had to start dealing with Vietnam in the 60s.. Dad loved telling us stories of being woken up to cook a steak for the captain, or funny stories of punching in the wrong codes. When the end of the war came, he lost the entire message he was sending, because he was so excited.

    It was many years before I realized he never told us the sad stories.

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