NO POPPY FOR ME

My Dad was a war hero. Last one left for dead at Rimini. And then his letters show he was prepared and expecting to return to the front.

After the war he suffered the memories of his dead fellows in the river of blood. As to his command: “The failure taught a useful lesson: not again in Italy in the 11th Brigade was a Company dispatched to take a Battalion objective.”

My Dad suffered and was hospitalized for 24 years as a veteran. After his death, successive federal governments stole his and other veterans’ estates from their families by not allowing them interest on the monies accrued and not permitting their families an inheritance.

My eldest brother has been waiting four years to receive from the Veteran’s Affairs Dept my Dad’s war record. So far nothing.

So much for all this weepy sentimentalism.

Blow somebody else’s horn.