I should have posted this last week. Anyway, a veteran is a veteran is a veteran, and always respected with gratitude. I had written this in 2013.
I saw a WWII veteran today, and wondered
how this lean and wiry man could fill the entire room
with his presence.
His gaunt and stooped figure, with eyes that were blue
like robin’s eggs, but seemed colorless and rheumy
penetrated the space as if they knew, so much more than me
The gaze at my face, telling me “I have seen you,
in other corners of the world, and comprehend
the mysteries of a different and distant world
His faded denim shirt hung loose from his shoulders
but told stories of how he once filled it
with strength and power and pride.
ZSA. June 2013