When you heard whistles, yells, and felt the shells
pierce the wings and hull, what did you wonder
as parachute’s grace rocked you towards inevitable
clash with Northern Sea’s finishing freeze splash?
Did you embrace chivalrous? Macho? Scared?
Maybe yours were no confident, steeled, screaming
lips. Maybe relief gave your imminent non-being
a Buddha smile knowing war was over for you.
Blessed sharp bloodless shiver, then the long rest …
Both my dad and his brother fought in WWII. My dad was infantry. My uncle was a pilot. I knew my uncle had been shot down in the war, but in a recent conversation with my brother, who has been doing some family tree research, I learned he was shot down over the North Sea.
I chose the words with the tribute poem for my uncle in mind.
Freeze, sharp, chivalrous, macho, blood(less), lip, shiver, rest
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A poignant tribute to your uncle Li.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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I appreciate their service. Hugs!
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I do too, Paula, and thank you <3
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Beautiful tribute to your uncle, Lisa! xo
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Thank you, Carol Anne.
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A wonderful tribute Lisa.
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Thank you very much, Max.
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My mother never got over her cousin Paul’s being shot down in WWII. My father was in the second wave Normandy invasion. He would never talk about it, only occupation duty. War is hell. (K)
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I watched “All Quiet on the Western Front” last week. The director did not pull any punches on it. How we can keep waging them on the planet shows how barbaric we are under a thin layer of civility.
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p.s. My condolences on losing Paul in your family. My dad was infantry in Italy. He never much talked about it and when he did it was only good things (things that a child would not be alarmed about.)
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Thanks Jade. All those men were/are still much missed.
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<3
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My dad was still a child when WWII was raging and didn’t have to fight – thank goodness. However, his father did, in Stalingrad, and was a prisoner of war for a number of years thereafter. He ended up working on a farm in Russia. They were starving there. The Russian people didn’t have any food either. Somehow, he survived but apparently looked like a walking skeleton when he came back home. He never said one bad word about his captors. The horrors of war are just unimaginable.
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Oh my goodness, Christian so sorry to hear that about your grandpa. I’m glad he survived.
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Thanks, Lisa, me too. I guess he had the bad luck to have been part of the military of the crazy maniac who started the war!
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