by Duane Anderson
As a ten-year-old,
I went to see the movie The Longest Day
with my older brother and father
while my mother and younger brother
went to see Old Yeller.
This was a history lesson for me,
but for my dad,
though he knew the outcome,
probably a painful one,
but I never knew.
I did not think to ask
nor did he say anything
that I remember now fifty years later
as I watch the movie again.