I read a poem from you once, that told of war's turmoil, you wrote with such a graphic tone, I could hear those men recoil.  I'm saddened that I couldn't know the man I'd have called granddad,  and learned so much of life's toils from someone who'd have known! You gave your life so we could live and maybe we'll still meet, when I'm no longer in this body and ready to retreat.

Paul Christie