you never know

Robert E. “Amigo” DeWitt

when the National D-Day Museum
opened in New Orleans,
my retired High School English teacher
now living in Baton Rouge
was approached by a lady at his church
suggesting that he should take time to visit
because he might learn something.
he didn’t have the heart to tell her
he was there that day, had seen it all
wading thru the surf onto Omaha Beach
later in the afternoon on June 6, 1944
lasting until July 20th when shrapnel
removed him from the war,
sparing his life so that he could become
a teacher, coach, mentor and poet

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About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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