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Showing posts with label war. Show all posts
Showing posts with label war. Show all posts

3 July 2016

Soldier Fathers

Dad didn't go
overseas to war
but to camp,
training against invasion.

(He was already wounded.
His leg, injured at 10,
needed daily dressing
all his life.)

Andrew's dad went
to the trenches –
stretcher-bearer
(wouldn't kill).

20 years later, his son 
found one surviving page 
torn from a war diary:
'Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell.'


Written for Flash 55 PLUS! at 'imaginary gardens with real toads'. We are asked for a 55-word piece (excluding title) plus we may use the theme of war. My father and father-in-law were involved, in these different ways, in World War II.