I travel around the world
courtesy the Navy.
More momentous is my leaving
P.J. (she disliked
“Pamela”). I want to stay.
My extension request
is denied. Before I leave
I drive to California
to report to USS Peleliu, named
for the battle Dad was in nearly 50 years
earlier. He’s not oblivious; Peleliu
and WWII are too deep in his past.
We have so little time,
but we don’t know it. Dad shares
his new/old project with me.
There’s this ship, a newly-won war
to consider. In the Emirates, I blanch
at the photographs of burnt,
dead Iraqi soldiers in shop windows.
Pamela? Dad? Leave-taking
It’s dry and hot. The aroma
of roasting meat is mouth-watering.
I eat, greedily.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo ~ 2013 | My Day 4
April 9, 2013