My father was a WWII vet, British Eighth Army. We did not know each other well. As I grew, we grew apart. Like many of my generation our parents did not know how to know us. We had no time and needed to grow, expand and expound our youth. Part of my German odyssey was in a faint glimmer of hope I might glimpse something of his youth. I believe I did, I remember an overwhelming sense of shock as I watched the millions upon millions of poppies sway in the slightest of breezes.My mind froze when i saw the, still well hidden, fortifications in France.Somewhere in all of this for one brief instant I knew my father. This one is his.
