My father, Otto, and my Uncle Henry, as children, explored battle fields near their village in Russia...
The Arsenal (1919)
The fronts had changed by night fall.
A brief lull in oppressive occupation.
Otto stumbled on the battlefield first,
lifted one soldier fallen across his rifle,
Hein took the rifle and with his younger
brother hid it with six others.
Each, safe, in a different place.
Secretly,
occassionally, using them for target practice.
A Mennonite arsenal.
Another day, retrieving a rifle near a battlefield,
the brothers found a soldier’s leather boot
blown off above the ankle.
The foot was still intact.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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