Then I Cried and Cried Horn Haiku

Then I Cried and Cried Horn Haiku Before never cried; Until one day my dad died And I cried and cried. My dad was killed on the Aircraft Carrier Intrepid. It is in New York Harbor with my dad's name on a plaque inside: ARTHUR FREDERICK HORN, CPO, AOC. I had just turned 15 and never cried in my whole life ever before. I was cutting the hedge next to our house. A Navy Gray car just stopped at the steps leading up to our small, plain house on 4545 Hampshire Avenue, Norfolk, VA. A handsome Lieutenant got out of the car. I could tell his rank because he had two gold bars on his sleeve. He said hi to me and proceed up to the front door. My mom let him in. He was inside for about 15 minutes them before he came back out. He said goodbye, climbed into and drove off. It was in the middle of the day and there was not a sunset there for him to drive off into. Mom came out and was crying with tears in her eyes. Jimmy (Everyone else called me Jim), your dad just died and they haven't found his body yet. For the first time in my entire life I started crying. I had never before ever. They had a service for him at the Naval Base chapel. That was the second time that I cried. They found his body after it had been in the water for three weeks in the Mediterranean. The only way they could recognize his body was the laundry marks on the bottom of his t-shirt. Now I new why those markings were there. We have dog tags (Identification tags) in the Army. If you notice, there is a notch on both ends of it. That is so they can put it between your teeth so it will stay in place. They buried my dad in 200 feet of water off of Sicily to the east of it. We were going on a cruise between Spain and Turkey. We went by Sicily on the cruise. I had the ship's captain notify me when were near where my dad had been buried. I through some flowers off into the water as a memorial for my dad. That is the most significant thing that ever happened in my life. Death does come unexpectedly. My mom and I never expected it. Until this day my poetry writing if my father substitute and a form of sublimation. Why do you write your poems? I am sure you must have a significant reason just like I do. May you find much pleasure in your poetry writing just like I do. Jim Horn PS. They sang Faith of Our Fathers at my Dad's funeral service. https://www.bing.com/search?q=eternal+father+strong+to+save+youtube&form=WNSGPH&qs=AS&cvid=81c2e232196246c9a7ff583371c2291a&pq=eternal%20father%20strong%20to%20save&nclid=223510F8277B1497603ABEB8B92AEE3D&ts=1456417784961