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This book is a collection of stories and poems written by John W. Wood. Some of the stories come from his memories as a boy growing up in Flint, Michigan.
There are poignant lyrics of love lost and then found. Born during WWII, John grew up during the Korean War, and his writing has been inspired by the memories of the military men who came home. As a peace officer and bodyguard, John has met people from all walks of life.
His time in the Marines gave him opportunities to work for, and with, many veterans. They shared their stories of combat, and this comes out in his poems. This collection speaks of failures and triumphs, and above all, it speaks from the heart.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
Copyright (C) 2020 John W. Wood
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Published 2022 by Next Chapter
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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I dedicate this book of poems and short stories to my friend and fellow Veteran, James Spears. James, also known as Boats, is the founder of the US NAVY SALTY DOGS, a private online site of 52,759 Navy men and women who come together and tell their tales of the sea. James also does something else; he has dedicated himself to visit terminally ill veterans who are alone or in need. James does this mostly on his dime with the occasional help of a few. He is my friend and has been of great help to me in my writing. I wanted to honor him in some way, and this book is it.
Semper Fi, James, I love you brother
At nearly eighty years of age, my past often comes back to me in flashes. On occasion, it inspires a poem, something I cannot seem to write on command. But most of the time my memories develop into short stories. I write them down and then file them away. My partner Mary Felix read a few and convinced me to put them together into a book. You’ll meet Mary as you read, I love her dearly, and she has been my inspiration over the years. As a Marine, Police Officer, and a man hired to protect others, I have seen and experienced a great deal. I have tried to share some of these experiences in this book of Ramblings.
I’m the boy from down the street
I’m the one you thought so sweet
I’m the boy who said, “Good morning, Ma’am.”
I’m the one who held the door, who mowed your lawn
I’m the one who went when none would go
I’m the one and many more, who went to war
I’m the one with dreams of life who jumped from planes
I’m the one who climbed the nets
I’m the one who drove the tanks and sailed the ships
We’re the ones who’ll not come home
Leaning upon his mighty sword, he stood Guard
Eyeing the horizon for signs of trouble
His armor scarred and dented from battle after battle
But it wasn’t an enemy seen and fought that brought him down
But the black shaft of ignorance and deceit that pierced his armor
And then his heart
You know we do not come in peace!
But you told us there was no other choice
You called, and we obeyed
Advancing through the fog of war
We Marines; the Green Machine
We do not come in peace!