Well Done.

it doesnt take a heroic act to draw in the respect so many seem...these days.. to seek and blunder in doing so.

 I knew him  just in passing... a well respected man..

kept to his work best he could.. still offered a helping hand..

got the call from his Son.. often get calls like that..

needed to  final all the plans..passing of his Dad.

 The first step into his house showed me the man he was..

simple to the core yet dedicated to the cause.

 Only until  we reached the garage did the decor change..

hanging on the wall ..pictures ..dates and names..

here a group of men ..kneeling next to a Helicoptor  door..

a single photo... and a few medals .. a news clip of the war...

 I have seen  men like him..the quiet ones... the ones who never spoke...

respect them more each day..served..then went back to being good folks.

 Didnt have to search to much..military discipline still in tack..

found all of his military paper work..in a desk..neatly stacked.

 It felt good to see his final  mission...go with out a flaw..

 His Son saying  goodbeye...never knowing  the hell his Father saw.

Well Done. Salute.

Author's Note

It is my journey.. along the way.. memories are gathered..stored..shared.. a glimpse of the paths I walk..