I grew up listening to the tales my father would tell (he was 52 when I was born so it was like growing up with a living, breathing history book) about his youth. He was 23 when WWII started and he enlisted just a few days after Pearl Harbor. Though he never 'saw action' he reported it for the Stars and Stripes while he was in Baltimore. His job was to bring home the stories and as I wrote this story, it felt almost as if my... mehr anzeigen
I grew up listening to the tales my father would tell (he was 52 when I was born so it was like growing up with a living, breathing history book) about his youth. He was 23 when WWII started and he enlisted just a few days after Pearl Harbor. Though he never 'saw action' he reported it for the Stars and Stripes while he was in Baltimore. His job was to bring home the stories and as I wrote this story, it felt almost as if my father was there, whispering in my ear because it was very real.
And maybe that's why I wasn't too upset that I didn't 'go far' in the contest - because this was a story that touched me when I wrote it.
Then...when I get lovely comments like the one you left for me - it simply reaffirms the feeling inside me that this was a quick little tale that needed to be told.
My father once told me of writing (as he was a writer of poetry and prose, too, but mainly poetry) "Words should speak to you. They should put you in the moment. They should be so tightly woven that if you remove just one - the whole story will come unraveled" Pretty smart, that dad of mine!
Cheers and thank you so kindly.
Avery