War Torn Dad
There he stood, tall and handsome among the war torn airfield. How proud he was to be an American. His face was worn and tired, as if he had aged over ten years. His jagged uniform had been neatly washed and pressed, although it had been tattered and torn by the many hazards of war. The most visible scars of war you cannot see on his face, but there was something about him. Something slightly battered by the war, not in his appearance, but in the depths of his cold gray eyes. Some acts of war were just plain unspeakable, and others were just too painful to remember. All the cruel realities of war had taken its toll on this young man's life. It was August 30, 1946 in Fritzler, Germany. Almost one year after Worl
The reason my father would give was always the same; "Red meat reminds me of the war," he would say in his strong but somber voice, and he would leave it at that. There are no physical scars to be seen, but on the inside the scars are very real. All the tactical and strategic planning here was greatly underestimated. Some things he would talk about, and others he would not dare to speak. The smoke-drenched sky above was like a blanket of gray mist covering every inch as far as the eye could see. Hopefully, all of mankind will realize this one-day and war will be a thing of the past. Maybe it will be something that you read about in history books, and not actually have known first hand. Allied forces in overwhelming strength had pounded the once powerful airfield with daily raids until it was a graveyard of crumpled and distorted metal. The airborne operations that had once taken place here were no more. This man who gave his blood, sweat and tears for our country is my father. We wouldn't ask him for an explanation. Somehow we already knew in our hearts the reasons. The suffering from this tragic war is felt from day to day and mostly in silence. The horrors he must have seen and encountered that would recall such a horrendous remembrance must be so painful.
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