The men I knew who went
to army most of them didn’t
talk about it later. What it was like
to be with so many other men
all the time. Far away. Maybe
even fighting for what you didn’t
understand. My father, scholarly,
innocent, a man with pale hands and legs,
Talmudic he went to Australia
and New Zealand in the army. He had a few pictures.
That’s all. I asked him about it for years.
Did that trip change you? What did you see and how
did you feel? All he’d say ever was how
beautiful New Zealand was. How beautiful.