Fall

Digital Designs by Sandi Staton

Why do people shudder

When you enter the door?

Can it be they can’t let go of Summer’s hand,

Her beauty and charm?

Do her warm sunny beaches

Have them under her spell?

Or maybe it’s her breezy whispers

On a sultry starlit night.

Her lovely serenades.

Her enticing scents.

Yet, Summer, in all her shimmering glory,

Pales in comparison to you.

As a kindly grandfather

You enter my door,

Your long white beard flowing.

You grasp my hand,

It’s surprisingly warm,

Just like the smile on your face.

The jewels you bring are magnificent,

A panorama of reds and golds

Glistening from the trees.

The air is crisp and clean,

Invigorating after a long,

Lazy hot summer.

Even the sun is friendlier.

Less intense.

As if relieved that you are here.

Though summer beckons me still,

I’m content to be with you.

I think of you often

Throughout the year.

The joy you bring,

Especially when I was a child.

Summer wasn’t into carving pumpkins,

Or dressing up for Halloween.

And she never dreamed of putting on a coat

 And playing in the leaves.

Like Christmas,

I could hardly wait for your arrival.

Summer’s crying.

Like a child she clings,

Knowing that her charms

Are slowly fading away.

Your days are shorter and cooler.

Your nights are long and cold.

You scatter leaves everywhere,

And raking seems an endless task.

But I love you old friend.

And I’m ever grateful for the privilege

Of meeting you again.

~ Sandi

USS Forrestal CVA 59

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Fire on the Flight Deck!

July 29, 1967. I don’t remember what I was doing that Saturday morning so long ago. But my husband, as hard as he tries, will never forget. The explosions, the screams, the smell of burning flesh is forever etched in his brain.

After finishing his twelve-hour shift aboard the USS Forrestal, Roy grabbed a bite to eat, showered, and hit the sack. Two hours later he was awakened by the deafening shrill of the alarm followed by, “Fire on deck! Fire on deck! General Quarters! General Quarters!”

That morning, while making preparations for the second strike on North Vietnam, a rocket was accidentally fired due to an electrical power surge during the switch from external power to internal power. The rocket flew across the flight deck, striking a wing-mounted external fuel tank on an A-4E Skyhawk awaiting launch. The impact tore the tank off the wing, igniting the fuel and dislodging two 1,000 pound bombs laying in a pool of burning fuel between White and Mc Cain’s aircraft. Within seconds, other external fuel tanks ruptured, causing a chain reaction of blazing horror across the flight deck.

Planes, bombs, and missiles were pushed off the deck into the Tonkin Gulf. Thirty-six hours later the flames were extinguished, 134 men were dead, and 161 injured. The Forrestal ended up in dry dock for eighteen months before going back out to sea.

Every year my husband meets with several of his comrades, laughing and joking, just enjoying what little time they have to spend together. They don’t focus on the tragedy that occurred that awful day, but rather on the friendship they formed; the happy memories of those four years they lived together, fought together, cried and laughed together.

I designed these bookmarks in honor of all who served on the USS Forrestal CVA 59, fought the blazing inferno, and learned to live with the horrors that have forever changed their lives.

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams

South Texas Watercolor Artist

Corpus Christi, Texas

THE POETIC SAGE

This site is dedicated to my amazing writing skills.

Straight from the Heart

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

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A place of Love and Security

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