Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.....The Nurse.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...The Nurse.

*dedicato. My Aged Uncle Thomas. He was an old Pal of my aged Foster Father. Thomas survived WW1 by getting wounded. He, I recall, had a Lean-Survivors aura. No War-conversation.Asked about, he-d, negligently smile, I guess.  His long-time Wife, she invited me,  having a knack for drawing, pencil on paper, I sketched her face, advised her...I was 12...that I would portray Wrinkles.


The Nurse.

MUST-A been the City Pick-Up boys,  the Fire Brigade...in case of Garbage flood...who PICKED Up my bagged, house-hold trash..
Must-a been a Samaritan. Sick in my GUTS, Ambulenza, Sciacca-Sicily, Emergency!
Get me Sorted out!
Must-a been in HISTORY! YO! An intrinsic continuum. Let your Mind dream!!!
Without Leonardo Giannone...I would not be here to write.

Must-a been that NURSE who patched me UP, who stitched and sowed, who grafted my WW11 Spitfire facial skin graft.
Not withstanding,
that Puppy-dog who came, happy,
and licked my disfigured face
suggesting, burnt, but STILL a Man.

….in the SAME boat,
the Luftwaffe-German Pilots,
just WHO cared for their battle defeat...

Must-a been HEAVEN for that new kid
shot down, in a fatal Victory roll,
over Dunkirk, out of sight,
who crashed, died in the Mud with so many good boys
knowing NO romance.
Only GOD-s Nurse
of never coming back again...to know her gentle touch.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And ANY which way,
how can we UN-tangle...


c2019,January.davedelacroix. In 1919 Spanish Influenze is ABOUT to Wipe Out more than the Casualties of the GREAT WAR.