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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3699 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Generations Gary Blankenship I am a child of war, the offspring of a farm girl sent to the city to work in a WWII defense plant and a nameless soldier. I missed our generation’s war, discharged from a navy kiddy-cruise months before LBJ went all the way. My children never found theirs, only one in his country’s service until he and it divorced in Minot, North Dakota. Will my grandsons wait for their sister to arrive on trains that not longer run? Will my granddaughters find their own war in Kansas mud or the hedgerows of Alabama? An old man slowly makes the long walk from the paper box, his hands gripping the edges until his fingers deeply stained. He no longer hears the crows sing or squirrels scold the rise of day. The rhodie wastes its blooms, his thoughts prayers his children are too old to find their war, hope theirs too young to for this one. I am a child of war and wish to be done with it. Note: My oldest granddaughter wishes to be a journalist. Her brother is in college studying AV. Neither wants to be behind a desk. |
