Thingum Bob Esq.
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MONDAY AT THE VA, I SAT NEXT TO A RARE WWII VETERAN, AND LISTENED.
What a beautiful sight. I wondered where
He had gone. I'm thankful he came.
The Red-headed woodpecker landed.
His gray body, ultimate camoflouge,
Like the German uniform that took my
Young brother. He was nineteen.
He has the most brilliant red on his head,
truly a symbol.
He knows me for curiosity, and I'm no threat.
It's must be fate I see the most pretty sight
Before I die. I knew him for years, and his
mate. His machinegun work on trees was as close
As I got to war again. My brother was a gunner.
These low growls of thunder echo of artillery,
and light spring rain prompts me to look up for shrapnel.
I didn't fear death.
I feel the summer sprinkle--rain like tears.
It had rained during the ceremony at the American Cemetery
In Normandy. I lost my brother December 24th 1944 in the Ardenne.
The rain felt good and mixed with my tears. I don't cry.
My Saviour has spoken, and I've known what I have to do.
My .45 fits like it did back then.
I will walk to death and hear my
Friend follow. I see him.
The secret of his red took man more than a hundred
Years to replicate. It's far from perfect.
Just look at stained glass windows.
The most beautiful arterial red from his wound was the
Right color, until it turned maroon, and then black.
Thanks to God for the moment; I saw him die young and
Painless.
His flying spirit will see me die old.
Watch me brother. Promise to visit me at Arlington.
I believe his red-headed woodpecker was somehow symbolic to his brothers death.
I believe he was talking to his bird when he said "visit me at Arlingtion."
This was two days ago, and I wrote it fresh in my memory. It struck me hard.
Yes, his back and forth came together well.
What a beautiful sight. I wondered where
He had gone. I'm thankful he came.
The Red-headed woodpecker landed.
His gray body, ultimate camoflouge,
Like the German uniform that took my
Young brother. He was nineteen.
He has the most brilliant red on his head,
truly a symbol.
He knows me for curiosity, and I'm no threat.
It's must be fate I see the most pretty sight
Before I die. I knew him for years, and his
mate. His machinegun work on trees was as close
As I got to war again. My brother was a gunner.
These low growls of thunder echo of artillery,
and light spring rain prompts me to look up for shrapnel.
I didn't fear death.
I feel the summer sprinkle--rain like tears.
It had rained during the ceremony at the American Cemetery
In Normandy. I lost my brother December 24th 1944 in the Ardenne.
The rain felt good and mixed with my tears. I don't cry.
My Saviour has spoken, and I've known what I have to do.
My .45 fits like it did back then.
I will walk to death and hear my
Friend follow. I see him.
The secret of his red took man more than a hundred
Years to replicate. It's far from perfect.
Just look at stained glass windows.
The most beautiful arterial red from his wound was the
Right color, until it turned maroon, and then black.
Thanks to God for the moment; I saw him die young and
Painless.
His flying spirit will see me die old.
Watch me brother. Promise to visit me at Arlington.
I believe his red-headed woodpecker was somehow symbolic to his brothers death.
I believe he was talking to his bird when he said "visit me at Arlingtion."
This was two days ago, and I wrote it fresh in my memory. It struck me hard.
Yes, his back and forth came together well.