In a series of poems I have been trying to
write the stories behind some of my poems.
The latest was while serving last of my tour
in Korea. I was very young and working nights
alone in the emergency room.
Dear Grandma
It had been really quiet
I sent some dishes to Auntie
Maxine and Uncle Ray
A New play doll for Sheryl
It's called Barbie and Kenn
It's been raining Cats and Dogs
When it rains hard
every thing in the Quonset hut leaks
Typhoon in Tokyo hit hard
321 killed 300,000 homeless
Here only many rain washouts and leaks
Only 121 days left and tour ends
Have to go right now
The sirens are going off and the
planes engines do not sound good:
I'm continuing the letter from last night
It was horrible and I saw it all
A Navy plane crashed on base
I was rushing to help the Pilot but plane on fire
He saw us and was on the wing
He raised his hand that he was OK
And then the plane with him on it blew up
I am having nightmares I do hope
that maybe someday they well go away
I sure miss home and by the way
How is Grandpa doing he is my idol
The rest of the story. The Barbie doll.
Early 1959 with the first boxed Kenn Doll.
Mom thought Barbie a little too bold so
she bobbed the hair losing value. Sis later
gave the dolls to my daughter who sold
the pair for $600.00. Grandpa, he had died
long before I wrote this letter. My letters
coming and going were edited. They didn't
want me asking for an emergency leave to go
to the funeral so it was edited out. I didn't
learn of his death officially until I was
shocked at home. As I write this I can still
see in my mind the happy look on the Pilots
face just before the plane blew up. I well
probably have a nightmare tonight. I know a
little of what our returning serviceman are
going through to get the war out of their minds.
The rest of the story.