#2 I like it. Not Combat Ready, but what the hell?
Makes me have some hope for a more human world. THAT actually is who and what we are fighting FOR> for what we really love and would be willing to die for.
I can remember my own mother hitching a ride on a troop ship six days out when I was four and she was carrying my little brother. The war was almost over and she wasn't waiting for my Dad to come home...she was going to where he was and he had promised to be waiting when that ship came in fluff replacements. And holding her hand seeing the tears running down her face because she couldn't see him in the crowd of soldiers waiting to transit home....even though he was there. And my dad had brought a Lei made out of candy for me and a Lei of Orchids for my Mom. And I had never seen him before, but he was my Dad. And we had a bomb shelter in the back yard and i started first grade in a quonset hut in sight of the runway. And there were acres and acres of graves in the Punchbowl Crater before they were shipped back to the States. Too many dead to ship back all at once my Dad said.
I didn't know anything about God. But I worshipped my Father when I was small. He was a good man. And I remember my little brother nursing when I was "too big" for a high chair and resented a crib bed when we were in the Philippines when Truman ran against Dewey.
And I remember later going to school in Occupied Japan..
All those memories flooding back seeing these women in uniform...being mothers. |