The Mystery of History

The mystery of history;
the Who, the How, the Why;
the mistakes they made so long ago
are hard to rectify.

One side claims it went this way,
the other side disagrees.
And when the dust has settled down,
it sets on you and me.

I hate yours and you hate mine,
on this we both agree.
But I don't think it's worth killing for,
and I hope that you wouldn't kill me!

The mystery of history;
the Who, the How, and Why;
the mistakes they made so long ago,
are enough to make you cry.....

Photo by Wm. S. Williams
PFC August 1918
Hindenburg Line - St. Quentin

My Forgotten Hero - William Shone Williams

I was researching my Grandfather William’s journey the other day and was struck by the remarkable course of events that shaped his too short life. I never met the man, he passed away before I was born, making him larger than life to me ever since I can remember. So, this is for the Grandfather I never knew, but have always been so curious about.

My grandpa had a metal plate

He won it in the war.

He wore it deep inside his head

And it sometimes made him sore.

My grandpa was a hero,

though no one could see.

He may not have liked the Germans much

But I’m sure that he’d like me.

Came home from the war

They said that he had changed.

I guess a war will do that;

Kind of make you strange.

Every night he went to bed

With the metal plate he wore.

Each time he got to fall asleep

He fought the war once more.

I never met my grandpa

He was gone ‘fore I was born.

He was only 43,

All tired out and worn.

He was only living;

that’s not to say alive;

I’d have really liked to know him

But the man did not survive.

Concord, NC

July 2, 2013

For Pvt. William Shone Williams (1903-1946)