John L. Austin
June 21, 1921 - August 17, 2010
a farm boy when they farmed with horses
started the stove at the one-room school house
before doing his chores on the farm
chose the army and crossed the atlantic
world war 2; across north africa to tripoli,
to sicily, mainland italy; signal corps
stayed on after war's end
project after project; some hush-hush
traveled the states and the world
didn't talk much about those years
pulling teeth to get him to say the names
of places and what he did and what he thought
My brother said: doing his job
not bragging about what he did
sacrifices made; just what a soldier did
a long life; a good life
on his terms to the last day
then, mom on the phone
when i say sleep tight, tells me
"there will be arms around me
i won't see them; but i know they're there."
8 comments:
Sorry to hear that a good man is gone.
Rose,
I am so sorry for your loss. I hope love and happy memories carry you through your grief.
Oh, his arms are there!
I'm so sorry for your loss.
My heart goes out to you and your family.
Wonderful words you wrote.
Rose ~ beautiful words. I hope that you, your mom, and your siblings are smiling, too, as you remember life with your dad. ~corinne
Nicely said, Rose. And I'm glad to have "found" your blog!
thank you, friends.
Sorry for your loss.
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