He was born in Isle La Monte In nineteen twenty six Son of a plot farmer The soil to plant and mix
He was a good student A good lad as a rule In the winter he would trek Twelve miles to go to school
An IQ test was given I will not debate My father came in second For the record of the state!
He did achieve much excellence I think you will agree He paid his own way To go to MIT
He served his country loyally He was a navel man Was ranked at RT-4 On a LST landing craft
He manned the radio towers And handed up the shells The Kamakazi dove to **** In Okinawa's hell...
He is a faithful husband And a father who's bar none If my father'd been on the other side I believe they would have won!
Now he's on the Dream Flight To Washington DC And I tell you that his daughter
Is as proud as proud can be!!!
The Dream Flight is for WWII vets Who would ordinarily never be able To afford to visit the Washington Memorial of WWII... it is an all expenses paid flight and hotel then a magnificent ceremony at the Memorial. My brother will be standing by his 90 year old Father throughout everything... Which is heroic in itself as my dad is almost stone deaf and in a wheelchair. He will need some assistance!!!
THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING!
I AM SO PROUD OF MY FATHER (in case you hadn't guessed)
Thanks for welcoming me back to Hello Poetry... you are wonderful friends.
I have been going through some things visceral. But feeling better every day. The cup is half full, yes??