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On television last night I saw a surviving Australian soldier from the El Alamein Campaign WW2 (Rats Of Tobruk) being interviewed. This is his story. I did not catch his name
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at last we made it to cairo,she looked at me and i was hers
no charge for you darling,you will remember me and i you
i am 92 now, i still shed a tear when i think of her
she was a summer's day,in the nightmare storm of the war
she must be long gone,i owe her my my life if the truth be told
that short time with her gave me the strength to survive,it was love
oh wow...a moving story... it's good to remember...happy anzac day
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweetly moving story.
ReplyDeletenice job on the linked sijos...it is interesting to think if she carries a similar story in her heart, should she still be living...
ReplyDeleteThe poem works even without your backstory, which is a true measure of the storytelling
ReplyDeleteNever did anticipate a sijo can go a long way in story creation. You did wonders with it. Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
A story of sentimentality and sadness. Lovely put into the form.
ReplyDeleteThis is so tender. In times of war anything creative or life-giving must mean so much to these poor soldiers who must live through so much destruction.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I saw him on TV too, and was touched by the story. You retell it beautifully.
ReplyDelete'she was a summer's day,in the nightmare storm of the war'
ReplyDeleteOh my, I really love your writing! This line just caught at me. You tell his story wonderfully. The timelessness of this, the echo of a thousand stories, still unique. Really, really lovely.