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Posted by MFish

When I was a junior, in high school,
my friends and I, thought it was cool,
to enlist, get uniforms and serve,
So we joined the Naval Reserve.
One meeting a month was all that we
had to attend, then it was off to sea,
but I was wrong, wrong as can be,
for we were going to "boot camp" not to sea.
Receiving transportation chits with no "prattle"
we caught a train, going to Seattle.
From the core of this wonderful town,
we boarded a train, Portland OR bound.
Arriving in the Rose City, very late in the day,
we transferred to the Union Pacific, going to L.A.
My grandfather was working for the N.P.
so using skill, we had a drawing room for three.
Our private room, with a couch and bed.
Why we even had our own private "head".
We arrived in L.A. and on that great day,
we boarded a train, Atchison-Topeka and Santa Fe.
We arrived in San Diego and with great luck,
the Navy was nice, so we rode in a truck.
Boot Camp was now what we were in,
to make all us young boys, into men.
But that's another story.

A shadow fell across the moon
the day my brother died
and grief poured from my soul
and tore me up inside.

I can't remember, in this short life
and perhaps I've never tried,
to think about the grief and sorrow
the day my brother died,
for he was but a child of three
and should have lived, much longer.
I'm sure he would have if God had made
his body that much stronger.

The years have passed, as has the grief and sorrow
and eyes then wet with tears, have dried,
but I will always remember
the day my brother died.

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