Hidden Truths

Sprinkled over time of passing he finds legacy’s fathomless treasures Finally he comes across a few pages of his father’s diary from the War Loss fear survival battles a bullet here and there and grinding demise Longing for home land and loved ones scripted in Russia’s wide open planes Glory Defeat Unspeakable Blood Who is to Judge If One has not walked in those military boots And yet this is history a personal narrative a segment of the son’s truth Hard to forgive but not to forget in the quest for understanding and light He has not fled himself from chains of tanks crushing not only miserable frost But comrades in arms receiving recompense for invasion and perpetration There were concentration camps in his way what Did He do what Did he know and how and or what Did he fight A belt buckle survived and the offspring wore it at Dad’s last journey Had always believed it was the Army’s with Swastika and inscribed With ‘Blood and Honour’ as a pledge to insanity and conquest’s decree Tight around waist and courage for a cause thankfully fallen between cause Research has found a new meaning and the prong for the Strap had been the emblem of Hitler Youth’s torched madness Why did his father hold that memory so dear was it pride recall un-reformed Delusion and what other remembrance has beentaken to an uncomfortable grave 07th June 2018