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1944 |
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My Grandfather had a big Zenith radio
and held me on his lap
as I fell asleep... listening
to reports of a war.
At night
the shades were drawn
... lights went out... and
I wanted to ask him
'What is a War?'... Grampa?
... but I didn't.
One day back then
I was in the garden digging dandelions
and wading in mud puddles left by a summer rain.
A brown car stopped across the street
and two soldiers went to the door.
Grampa went there
and I stood in the garden
hearing people crying
and seeing my grandfather in tears
holding a lady close to him.
The Soldiers went away
and my grandmother helped grandpa
... back into the house.
The sun was setting and I was playing in the garden.
Playing in the mud puddles and dandelion dreams.
I had a stick for a rifle
and Grampa came out to bring me in.
I told him I wanted to be a soldier.
He grabbed me and held me
and he started crying again.
There was a war somewhere
... That day,
... in 1944. |
By
Lou J. Klaiber
Copyright 2004
Listed July
12, 2009 |
For
My Grandfather |
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Lou served in Vietnam in 3 Corps Vietnam during 1965 - 1966 as a Sergeant E-5.
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