oddly he synched D-Day June 6, 1944 with his
daughter
they were incongruous at best
D-Day was seventyfive years agomore
than twice her age
her connexion was through her great-uncles
who fought in the war
they were all dead now
they never talked about the war
unless they talked amongst themselves during family
picnics at Lake Michigan at lakes in Indiana Ohio and Michiganstanding around a
picnic table to place their sweating tin beer cans the whisky bottle they pulled at shared
when they gathered to a side the
children were chased away by the aunts
he was chased away
his daughter only knew them as
old men they were kind to her
her synchow she synched with the thousands
who died June 6, 1944 Allied forces Germans thousands the
surf and sand tinted with their bloodtheir minced flesh shattered bones
she synched with a
remark she made that took his breath awayforming a huge smile on his face because it occurred to him that she thought
as he did
she said JesusChrist woudja SHADDUP!
I’m trying to enjoy the ride.
Out
of the mouth of babes
her remark was in regards to an
aircraft failure if she were inside it the
plane was going down despite the pilots best efforts
she wouldnt have knowingly taken
the ride but now that she was
committedhad no choice or option Well,
fuck, might as well enjoy it, huh? Enjoy the last moments of my life.
fear can be tempered
why be hysterical
nobody gets out of Life alive
afternoon, Monday,
13 5. 19
1015, Thursday,
23 5. 19
The Barr Brothers Bring Me Your Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPSZ5tC8JcY
