Lingering Memories
In my youth, before my teens
My fondest dream was
Leave Home
To sail the briny sea.
I pictured landing on foreign shores
Meeting new people
Who spoke a language?
Unlike ours.
Explore their land
See new things
Eat their food
And hear them sing.
Coming of age I got my wish
But not in the manor I dreamt
Our nation was pulled
Into a war not meant.
The call went out
To the youth of our land
To join up and fight
Defend our great land.
Battles raged on land and sea
Fields and oceans ran red
Many young men
Falling dead.
I saw many lands
And many seas
But this is not the way
I wanted it to be.
My serenity shattered
My home life tattered
My youth
Taken and battered.
Many years have past
My memories still last
Of raging seas
And sleepless night.
But
Happy to have survived
My plight.
Tom Fenning
WW2
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this was a sad yet intimate portrait tom… so strange sometimes the way things work out….
Paisley, thank you. When we’re young and our country needs you, you just do what you have to do. I was fortunate compared to many of my friends who did not return home. Today my prayers go out to our boys in a war that should not be.
And still the battle rages on!