My father, his troop
left in the jungle - WWII
to build the Burma Trail.
I have vivid memories
of him waking from a dead sleep
startled, in a cold sweat
memories of the 5 years
in that jungle
tormenting his dreams
years later.
My eldest,
18 months, Camp Cooke, Iraq.
Riding shot-gun on convoys....
My hair turned white.
His response -
"I was safer in Baghdad,
than in Compton...."
Second son
-5 years in the Navy.
All sacrificed for the safety
of others.
None lived a life
free of discrimination
... hatred
....unfair and unjust
... identified as hyphenated....
laws designed to imprison...
Never accepted as
human or even
just plain
American.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
My father, his troop
left in the jungle - WWII
to build the Burma Trail.
I have vivid memories
of him waking from a dead sleep
startled, in a cold sweat
memories of the 5 years
in that jungle
tormenting his dreams
years later.
My eldest,
18 months, Camp Cooke, Iraq.
Riding shot-gun on convoys....
My hair turned white.
His response -
"I was safer in Baghdad,
than in Compton...."
Second son
-5 years in the Navy.
All sacrificed for the safety
of others.
None lived a life
free of discrimination
... hatred
....unfair and unjust
... identified as hyphenated....
laws designed to imprison...
Never accepted as
human or even
just plain
American.
