Duty Called

Soldier sitting by the door

riding the bus in ’64

just two and twenty he was then

going away ’till god knows when

riding a bus through Massachusetts

as the snow began to fall

the bus pulled in

to a road side diner


the soldier went in

and sat at the counter

where the coffee was hot

and the bacon just perfect

the waitress was pretty

the atmosphere pleasant;

and he thought to himself

I could stay here forever.


He wanted to stay

where life was still beautiful

where his girl could come join him

in the corner for dinner

a night of sensuality

limbs perfect and trembling


He sighed at the driver

when the time came to go

trudging back to the bus 

his boots crunching  snow

the magic still with him

wanting to stay

but going away

missing a Christmas

missing two

missing her













About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Duty Called

  1. beetleypete says:

    Another poignant memoir of your youth, Frank. As fresh as if it was today.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That’s beautiful and unfortunately very topical …

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Chagall says:

    Beautiful. Saddened by those who didn’t make it back. Semper Fi. —CC

    Liked by 1 person

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