In honor...
I remember this day. I had uncles who fought in WWII. Dad was refused for an "enlarged heart" (later discovered to be incorrect, so he spent the war helping to build submarines.
WWII was a war I understood. Clear-cut. no debate. But I have never seen a poem to describe that war. It was a bloodbath all the way. What could you say about Nazi death camps, Stalingrad and Hiroshima?
My uncles all arrived home after. That was rare. So many did not...
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