In a war I read about in history books

an ancestor’s name falls between the lines.

The war is history to me

but life for him.

I don’t understand what he saw

or had to do

I just know it was in part for me

the descendent he never knew.

Thank you soldier,

ancestor,

your sacrificed blood

runs through my veins.

I appreciate your sacrifice

even more.

©ck’s days 2021