wind in his face
san francisco at his back
too hot to sleep below
sharing the deck
with flying fish
ocean swells
bobbing across the stafford’s bow
a mine
typhoon
under over everywhere
the sea
liberty at ulithi
a mountain of beer cans
watching the sunset down the barrel of a 40 mm cannon
full moon
the fright of hearing
his own guns
okinawa
wake of the torpedo
that barely missed
another moon another kamikaze
vj day
the silence
of the celebration
beyond the rubble the snow capped fuji
slowly rising from the sea
california
Absolutely magnificent! One of your best.
This one had to be read by this WWII Veteran.
Thank you!
And, a filling Thanksgiving to you.
Be always safe,
Karen
the deeply drawn details
the emotion gripping me...
the fear of unknown...
and how blessed to arrive homeland...
These are impactual memories...
Peace & My Gratitude Always Gene,
Vickie
and the nature of a character genuine and true.
Regis
Your poetic mind is sharp and your creations
always satisfy.
You take haikus
to another level
Blessings ...
r
a mountain of beer cans"...we're hearing it first-handed and beer-fisted from the man himself, Williamson Aboard the USS Stafford DE411...Gene, you tell it in poetry 3D...a large and multidimensional account through the eyes of a Veteran...
Love,
Sage
Semper Fi, buddy!
stan
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *SALUTE*
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.