[to my Fatherr, LJC, 1926-2007; who served 1944-1946]
[after Luke 15:19a]
When young, I did not respect the way my father
served in the military: I did not bother
to thank him for that while he was alive.
He is dead now; and I, nearer death, must strive
to honor his service in the Pacific war
(this is not a facade or a whim).
I write and post this poem as tribute to him;
I wish I could do so much more.
I am proud of his courage through the battles he had seen:
my father, forever, a United States Marine.
Starward, unworthy to be his son or to bear his surname