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LJ Jun 2016
Train spotted on ancient rail tracks
Mucks and grants on submerged pasts
Copper and ***** metal poles point
Upwards in heaven above the panelled tops
Price all  the intentional conditioning
A paradise of self sufficiency
A dew of ranting , the metal raiding
Price the substitutional compressions
A timber frame of tunnels
The heightened temperature
Price and tag her beautiful mind
An attachment of glorified plinth
The punch of the chaotic medals
Pride and rearrange her plentiful plight
Show all her cast frame in crimson and greys
I should be given the gold medal for creating misconceptions
Cause i always accidentally start misunderstandings
With my poor word structure
A sad excuse for a poet like me
While I was rushing by
the old box caught my eye
Inside there's an illustrious past
All the medals
behind the glass
My father , a simple man
made his living with his hands
Who was this boy of seventeen
who left to serve for our country's gleam ?
The lad who rushed right in
Saved a pilot that crashed in wind
before the plane exploded in flame
Thinking of his own safety was so lame
His pilots , his planes , and his men
This was a war of will to win
My father joined the Army in 1941 when he was seventeen just before Pear Harbor . He served as a mechanic the entire war of which he was honored to be Jimmy ****'s chief mechanic . Jimmy **** was the top American Ace of WW II , with 40 confirmed enemy aircraft shot down . One day a plane crashed landed on a return flight , knocking the pilot unconscious . Without hesitation my father rushed in and released the pilot and carried him to safety just seconds before the plane exploded . He received his first of twelve medals for his courageous action .

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