his eyes were constantly filled with pain
as bone pressed into his spinal cord
no idea how he stayed sane

eyes haunted by his service
no time for religions
for any God would prevent war

training had taught him to rise early
marched us many a mile
enforced with military style

then they would implore
for patient understanding
when he knew he was out of line

they did twinkle with mischief
as sea water splashed over those
who dared to sleep in

his eyes filled with love
when grandson visited
war damage kept his own at arms length

but they clouded as he faced death
no beliefs left him bereft
war taunts and haunts those left

d’Verse, eyes, Mish – my father, dedicated to all those damaged in the aftermath!
No good photos of him, this is a random stranger …

here is a good news story well worth reading:


  1. This month has been one filled with thoughts of my father. Reading all the poems and remembrances of others’ fathers is a blessing. I love the descriptions of his eyes – wonderful memories….

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  2. Kate, I am sorry for your father’s and your family’s suffering. War leaves such lasting pain! I wish we could find a way to end wars.

    One of my friends who served in Vietnam has PTSD and became an alcoholic. Another friend was wounded four times in Vietnam and has had an ongoing battle with throat cancer from agent orange. He still flies flags in his yard.

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  3. I’m so sorry to hear about your Dad’s suffering and pain. 😦 This poem is a beautiful tribute to him.
    So many, too many, have gone through this same thing. 😦
    Wish we could give them all gentle hugs of gratitude and love.
    PS…I’ll check out the link.

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  4. A fitting tribute to your father. So sorry for what he must have suffered. Pleased he got to meet and appreciate his grandchildren. And great to read about philanthropical spending to tackle Climate Change!

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  5. my siblings are all in the line of service and i could really feel why my mom is so worried of them… my other brother passed away in the line of duty and twas really terrible to see our mother cried…

    this poem reminded me of that moment when my mom had to carry our flag on behalf of my dead brother.

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  6. Very moving, poignant portrait. War has left so many damaged souls that keep their suffering inside for the rest of their lives, and it leaves their mark on their families as well, as you so beautifully say.

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  7. Such a beautiful tribute to your Dad Kate… Your narration painted a wonderful description of him, his fortitude, through all his suffering, yet still he was playful and mischievous ..
    Many thanks for sharing him.. ❤ Much love x

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