Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Sepia tone jail cell complete with iron bars,
Mystically two enlisted men are the first images
the curious viewer’s eyes greet
For two sailors who are supposedly incarcerated
these two look mighty pleased with themselves.
Are they in trouble or are they just taking advantage of a tourist attraction?
Where have they been? Has it been hell on the front?
Men marched into battle, faced death, wrote home to loved ones, care packages were sent, anticipation, waiting, holding ones breath
A list nothing more than paper to hold on to
All Government issued properties,
better stay in line sailor boy,
On the beach the actions seen, better stay alive sailor boys
each sailor wears a “dog bowl” hat and sailors uniform.
On the pitching deck the gunners raise their eyes
another enemy plane
Better “turn to” sailor boy
on your wits and instinct on a ship of steel
all or many lives depend
will war never end
as such is the outcome of all our wars,
the paper turns over in the winds..,
Officer on the Deck!
At attention now eagle’s eyes are riding high,
Better wave to the flag sailor boy
Pencil writing each stroke a mockery of wars challenges,
wars torn casualties
a card, mortal paper, a memento, a souvenir
It’s good to be alive sailor boy
Nonchalantly, the cursive l’s and r’s flow the letter turns a page
as if he were here in the flesh and blood
Perhaps the fellow sailor in the photo
still remembers my father and their adventures.
My father is an F2c rank.
It is written so
in pencil on the postcard I still cherish
Into my life fading memories stray
This photo was taken on March 22, 1946 in San Francisco, California.
This photo is actually a post card sent to play a joke on my grandmother.
If only she knew, what transpired behind the enemy lines, the terror
a paper, a postcard of wars lives impromptu
On the back of this post card
my father writes to my grandparents
About his adventures as a sailor in the middle 1940’s.