06-10-2017, 06:59 AM
I think it's me, not you -- I'm missing an anchor for this poem, because I read it and feel instinctively that it's a veteran thrown back into battle by D-Day memorials, and yet I can't get a solid grip on it. I can't tell whether it's a D-Day veteran (there wouldn't be many of those left, I expect), a family member, someone who fought in a different set of battles, or just someone who has his own battle going on inside his head. Perhaps it's the title -- I feel like it's important but all I get from it is a religious platitude.
Sorry Paul. Like I said, I think it's my fault I'm missing this.
Sorry Paul. Like I said, I think it's my fault I'm missing this.
It could be worse
