I wrote this poem a year ago. Back then I wasn’t one for sharing what I wrote. Seeing as it’s Remembrance day, a time of year I think about my grandfather alot, I felt I wanted to write something this year. But since these words express so beautifully my grandfather and his story, I decided upon re-reading to share this instead 🙂 He went to war with his two brothers. Not only to explore But also because he was hungry A made up age making him older than he was Just a teenager really A starving boy from Merritt. He didn’t have much education Of the school kind Grade 7 was as far as he made it He didn’t care, because it didn’t matter He had survivor skills That’s what mattered. So he joined the army And he marched to Kamloops And then onto Vancouver He crossed the great country Then sailed the rough Atlantic to England Where he trained. And he learned To be a soldier And to face death Again and again… He ate cheese and crackers from his pack And he slept in muddy ditches. For weeks at a time. He drank as soldiers do He smoked like a chimney And danced with local girls He went to France He went to Algiers He would even speak French to prove it. He fought in Italy and fell in love With a pretty Italian girl A name I share. He danced and he sang He made friends for life And happy memories But he watched his friends fall And he lived to tell me about it Stories I won’t forget My grandpa was a kind man When I felt no one cared He always did. He believed in peace In changing times And holding no grudges I often felt he was the only one Who could understand my plight My desire to travel So he fed me stories Of adventures long past And he encouraged me to go He wrote me letters when I was homesick And made me feel strong He understood He fought in a war So that I could live in peace with those he fought And I do Thank you grandpa I miss you This is for you.