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Nov 06, 2015
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Nov 11
we were loved and loved.............
the machine turned on
and ground its grist
silence now for years
but we remember
the aged eyes
generations
later
our village elders
fighting their way up italys boot
my bakery man a navigator in a lanc
hit by gunfire and burning
his best friend holding on
while the craft turned over
his buddy pilot never got out
world war one
we worked in clay
building a water treatment plant
I had a long wool coat safety hat
just to be weird
all I thought was the great war
the pools of water
even we had to watch
the strip club we ventured too
after
the music of our time
and back to the trenches
at home weekends would
throw on edith piaff
and remember the
cenataphs
parades of youth
remember the Lancaster Bomber
I saw up close
the war birds
the monument gun in Burks Falls
a captured german machine
gun
remember reading how just one like
this killed a thousand canadian
boys trying to take a position
in one day alone
and the doctors poem
and the many more I met
on the road after
like refugees
whom liked my aviators
jacket
war is hell
I wear a poppy
...
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Esker
9 years 8 months ago
wartime remembrance
the big ones! and korea and vietnam and irag and afganistan..
in the great war on my grandmothers side many of her brothers
went and came back...rare...world war two my dads buddies went
came back...some not....Korea my dads new wife was a tank
operator....was in world war two too!! a right amount of luck
intuition and guts..quick draw....vietnam we had the people returning
normal or maimed...out of statesides madness..brilliant..buildling
lives handling what they could....not huddled up..
I befriended many military but I was not....my interest is here...
my family I was adopted into they served in all theatres!
U survive or not.....God decides these things...
and before you brow beat me about God....I tell you
I will chest bump you on this...I believe...I am a miracle
and I have seen....
and I have my own horror too over the years
and its not coffee spilled on my homework
kind...
I survived
Sine Dios
....
nough on all of this!!
wesley snow
9 years 8 months ago
Whoa...
My daddy was a tail gunner on a B-52 in the second war. He fought in Korea also. I have a hard time accepting that I am fifty six and have never been called to service.
Awesome poem.
Joan Rolls
9 years 8 months ago
Love this one. We can all
Love this one. We can all relate to the effects of war in some way. My dad was in british army, caught by japanese when singapore fell and spent the entire war building the burma railway. Survived. A gentle man. So many lost years. War really sucks.
Esker
9 years 8 months ago
B-52
Burma....war sucks....I had a poppy on and lost it in mall....felt bd so wrote this..like..hey I dont not think about the vets!! horror..if you were bomber crew and came down you got pitchforked to deat and hung in germany....b-52 you got beheaded in korea and vietnam..can yu blame them..entire village flattened by bombs....here comes white devil....kaschling ...Burma starvation was the worse.....funny because I starved myself on purpose over times....mental isssues.....deprression...and I worked hard.....weird hard assed jobs.....construction...etc...
Im schamehorn and in vietnam this family served..new york area....so it goes..!
Sparrow
9 years 8 months ago
Steve
My Father served in WW1 in Egypt, he ran away from home in 1914 to join his four Brothers who were already in the Army, but he was turned away twice as he was only 17.
But on the third attempt they told him he was in.
He never spoke about that war to end wars, probably never believed those words to be true.
Our family only saw war from home after that as Dad went on to work on the farm.
Strange though most of my life I have been involved with war of some kind.
Great write there Steve, your Poppy is for ever,
Yours Ian..
emeka ozurumba
9 years 8 months ago
about the theme
i love the quotien of the twix