The Signalman’s Story

 

                                                  December 7, 1941

 

What do you do with the news? When the call

came in from Honolulu — Sunday morning,

the San Francisco coast is clear, all

the other men asleep — nobody warned

you, just a kid from St. Cloud, that today

you would handle history’s lightning bolt,

you would be the first to know. Do you pray?

No one even knows the words: Midway, Gold

Star Mothers, Guadalcanal, Saipan, loose

lips, Hiroshima. Right now it belongs

to you, alone at the teletype. Refuse

to believe, as if you could choose? Not wrong,

not right — what do you do with the news?

You do your duty: you pass it along.

 

                                                  for my father

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

December 2011

 

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