A Memory Revived

I stood fascinated as a teenage kid
Standing on the Connecticut Long Island shore
Watching American fighter planes
Dip down from the sky
With machine gun targets
Only a few miles away.

Soon they would be strafing Germans
So far away it seemed unreal—
It was just entertainment for us young folks
Who had come to the shore for a swim.
We knew little about Hitler
But were soon to learn so much more
As the war dragged on.
Recently, I find myself
Pulling out this particular memory
From my vast reservoir.
I use it to help me go to sleep at night.
I don’t know why it speaks to me now—
But it does.


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