Opa Rolf and Compressed Time

Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear. Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible, wasn’t fair He claims he didn’t kill anyone; I wish I could believe He was on the wrong side of that war, a past you can’t retrieve. Under Weimar, the dollar was worth 4000 trillion marks That kind of inflation destroys society, opens it to sharks. Nazis got into power, took guns from all the Jews Rolf threw his weapon in the Rhine, and his medals too. He left grape vines behind, took his family out, down to the wire They rode through Palestine, saw Jewish farms set on fire. Then a letter came from the Reich, called Rolf to the reserve We still have it, bureaucratic time lag, an ironic reminder to serve. If Rolf had gone back, he would have been doomed Into the maw of the gigantic bloodshed one more life consumed. I met Rolf in Denver, a short, muscular guy He even flipped me on my back, with a Judo move I didn’t spy. I watched a rodeo with him, history was in arrest. It's a strange thing, in one man, so much time compressed I spoke with a great-aunt who had uncles in the Civil War A great uncle told me he saw soldiers marching to fight the Boer. He also fought in World War One, but on the English side Showed me wounds in his arm, to fight was part of pride. And now I use ChatGPT, and admire Space X In me through memories so much history connects. And yet I’m the black sheep, so many things went bad I’m relieved these men never knew my saga, so dismal, and so sad. I also look at the world, there is so much bad news: Jihad in Africa, and in Holland a “hunt for the Jews” China, Russia on the rise, the west has seen better days Will we end that compressed window of history in a fiery blaze?