Today I was looking through my grandfather’s trunk, and found some papers he wrote while he was serving as an engineer’s mate in the Pacific Theatre of World War 2. He worked on the engines of the ship he was on, but he was also responsible for an anti air turret when the men went to battle stations.
This is a poem he wrote in the time he had alone in his rack.
His name was Philip Manns, he was my grandpa on my moms side, served in WW2 and Korea, and was my best friend in the years when I was bullied in school. He’s an inspiration, and as someone who wants to pursue writing, it makes me so happy to know he wrote too.