Heres is a poem I wrote many years ago that was published and so I once again in salute to Veterans Day I share with my family and friends: Memories of a Military Childhood By Karen Kambestad My hometown was nowhere, yet it was everywhere. Home was where the heart and family were, station, fort, base, with no dependence on a dwelling. Some have wondered if I had roots, yet they were deep. Sinking quickly and holding as a mighty oak, adapting, stretching, forming, letting me enrich the country landscape. I never grew up with someone, yet matured with many. Friendships formed in hours that lasted decades, sergeant, captain, chief, children sharing the universes pathways. Farewells came often, yet sorrow gave me strength. With a constant hope of meeting again, Europe, America, Pacific, venturing half a world away. So many changes in my life, yet such a rich heritage. To know I was educated in the worlds school, geography, finance, politics, teachers of all accents and nationality. I shook the hands of brotherhood, yet remembered old glory. Pride of the American flag hung at every site, reveille, alert, taps, a love of soldiers, especially my dad.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 20:03:37 +0000
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