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Thanks to those who served.

We have several member who are veterans. We thank them and all veterans for their service.

My brother sent this poem by a Vermont poet, Bill Drislane. The poets can often condense a lot of meaning into few words. It reminded us of our father, who served at the end of WW II.

'Two Photos, 1944'

A photo slipped from this book of poems

I opened on my lap —

my father looking out at me

from beneath his airman's hat,

standing by a jeep in India

when the war was at their backs.

My mother landed with a Red Cross crew

and this Pocket Book of Verse —

you can see she'd signed the title leaf —

and always at her arts,

with her camera in Chakulia's light

she caught this young man's pose.

Necktie tucked into his shirt

dressed in khaki slacks,

he'd take her driving around the airfields

and out to the gin-drink shack,

their spells from the bomb group's bugle calls

while the war was at their backs.

I keep another framed on my bureau,

two pilots at their ease

on liberty from a Kansas base

waiting orders to fly planes East.

"Kids," my father would often say,

"Old men at twenty-three."

One went down crossing the Hump,

the other into Bengal Bay,

and my father kept their photo close

in his wallet all his days.

It came to me when he was gone.

The war had always stayed.

I never till now saw these photos hold

the depth of my father's grief,

his pals both lost the month before,

my mother his relief.

You can see it in his muted smile

in the photo by the jeep.

My mother leafed through memories

in the pages of these poems,

and among them slipped this photo

to let the poets know

that war is always at the backs

of the ones who make it home.

I too, thank those that served, risking their lives so we could enjoy our freedoms. That was a nice poem, Chris. Thanks for sharing.

Bill