Ya. That's My Dad Comments

Wow! Good stuff, Pard. My eyes are full of tears.

Smoky, I like this poem. I read it with interest thinking of my own dad and the parallels to yours. A difference is that my dad got so sick on the way over the ocean that he was hospitalized with scurvy and trench mouth, then sent home. I have several poems in PH about him. Have you read “I Was Visited”? Glen

Wow! This poem tugs at my heart! My dad never went to war, for which I am grateful. He was too young for the first World War and too old for the second one, but I have great respect for those who served their country with honor. You hear a lot about PTSD with soldiers from the Viet Nam era, but I sure that soldiers in other wars suffered just as much. Hats off to your dad, and hats off to you for this outstanding poem!