“Father never cried”
Father never cried
My father drank his rum and coke every night. As a child, I accepted his want to find peace in the rum. I would sit with him and I saw in his eyes. Deep sorrow and lost. He told me often, “Son, we are going to California. I will find my friend Jon. I want to hear his voice and his laughter. He was my good friend and we drank and fought together in the Korea dirt.
Each morning, he would rise-up and go forward. He never talk of the past. War had taught him anger. Made him a violence man who killed in civil life and in war. He carry a smile and never a negative word to no-one. He told me often. Rate a man by what he does. Not his skin color or race. He loved Martin Luther King Jr. We stood together in Detroit and we heard a lion whispered great words.
One November day in 1970. After the rum kicked in. We drove west to California and we made it to Chicago. At a rest stop. I looked into his sad eyes and he told me. “Son, Jon was killed and I was not. I killed a thousand China soldiers and I wanted to kill more. We are going to visit his grave my son. He was a good friend. Only man willing to stand with a Mexican/Ojibwa man. We chased the women and we drank the rum. We will have few friends my son.
At a grave in a Military grave site outside of San Francisco. My father poured two rum and cokes. He sat and he talked to a un-cared for and lonely grave. He pulled out the weeds and the dead grass with his bare hands. I sat with him and I helped him clean the grave. My father looked at me and he told me. Jon would appreciate the kindness. Damn war steal the best from us. My division lost more than half. Left blood soaked land with our boys blood. Thank you son for coming along, I had to say goodbye to Jon.
My father never talk of war to me no-more. We went home and he drank his rum and coke nightly. I heard him talking to the ghosts every Friday and Saturday. I would listen.
He would asked the ghosts. Why did I live and you did not? Father watched me leave for war. I saw the sorrow in his eyes. He never told me, don’t follow my footsteps and I did follow.
Now I visit friend lost in the new wars. I drink a miller by a dear friend grave, I asked the gravestone. Why did I live and you did not? I told the gravestone. I miss you my friend. Your children are doing well and the world is less good without you. I leave the five remaining beers on the lonely grave. I walk to my truck and I remember my father. He got lucky. He met a kind woman and lived his final years doing well. The rum killed him in the end. Rot-gutted his stomach and he never complain about the way life treated him.
Now I learn. Good friends are gold. The time of our youth, the wealth of our, not to be wasted. Everyday is a gift and I pray. No-more war. Enough blood spend for the cost of hate.
Today soldiers are serving and fighting. The education of the gun and the blood. When will we learn? No-one win in war. War make boys turn to men. Hope turn to blackness and kill the wealth of a nation.
Coyote
Very moving. My father also spoke of the bond of friendship. And drank. Moving words.
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The old wars. Men drank and kept friendship. Even Salinger, he would come out from his hiding for his soldier friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Most welcome. They lived horrors we will never know of.
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Thanks for sharing this John!! So very heartfelt and moving! Loved the truth in your words about war and especially your line – “Good friends are gold.” Looking back over life brings all the colors, feelings and memories back, the happy and bittersweet!! Thanks so much for all your writings!!!
Chuck
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Thank you Chuck for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. No winner in war. Just destroyed cities and men needing to be healed.
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Thanks for sharing John. So many lives are negatively impacted by combat. Although the people of most nations desire peace and would work toward that goal, leaders arise to create conflict. We pray that the right leaders could prevail and work together toward peaceful solutions. 🙂
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Today men seeking true peace are none. Need leaders to fix problems, not create them. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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I agree John. Thanks.
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I always pause longer, when I read about your father John. I pray for his peace.
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Me too my friend. Thank you for reading and the kind words.
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You’re welcome John.
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