Memories...Safe Havens...Pearls

Veteran...in a chair of old...tho born before...on a distant shore...crinkled neck engulfed with fragrances never told...shoulders lifted down...head reaching for eyes...searching for brothers into the deep...incarnated in a waking sleep...made whole by years...a hundred and four...memories...sparkling as diamonds...embarrassed still...by grief of shipmates...lost...then found...in memories harbor...eternally bound....


Dedicated to Ray Chavez and all Veterans everywhere {Ray still pumps iron}

VERY well written, especially if presented as a poem, Bolo. Especially appropriate with Pearl Harbor Day coming up this Wednesday.

Have you ever been to the memorial there in Hawaii? I assume you have. I also assume it must have been a very moving and thoughtful experience to be there.

There are few survivors left of that fateful day seventy-five years ago, which still "lives in infamy." There may even be some who are 104 years old or near it, as your lines reference.

Clearly a crisp, grateful and heartfelt salute is due to all of those brave men who were there.

Thanks Bololidat!!

To Ray, my father and ALL others of that generation, THANK YOU! You clearly are the greatest generation.

Virtue rewards

Hi

Thank you I needed that.
I've been to the memorial several times with family.

Best wishes to all