1941

1941
by Benjamin R. Cashner

It was December seventh, he remembered well.
It brought the world to the brink of hell.
They came in low and dropped their bulk,
they reduced his ship to a burning hulk.

He says he can still here the sirens blare
on the whistling winds of winter’s air.
But that was a long time ago, that fateful day,
so long ago it seems like yesterday.

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