Thursday, August 29, 2013

Oldest Military Blogger Recalls a DREAM



Oldest Military Blogger Reflects.

A Comment two days ago on my Blog, prompts
me to re-title this posting ...
My Father Loves Me. 

After finishing my Basic Training at Indiantown Gap PA,
and having settled into my new Quarters with the 301st
Port Co., an event took place, that at the time, was very
uplifting for my morale.
My Father,who had gone to work on the West Coast for
Kaiser Shipyards, constructing Liberty Ships for the
Maritime Commission as an overhead welder, impulsively
dropped in to visit me.
In an interval between shipbuilding, that day, on a train 
bound for New York from Washington State, my Father 
got off at the Harrisburg, PA. stop, some 20 odd miles 
from, Indiantown Gap.
The Camp Service Bus gave him a lift from the Station
to the Gap.
He left after having Dinner in our mess hall but regretted
being unable to stay because he was anxious to be
on his way home to my Mother and 5 of my siblings.

Many  years later, waking from a Dream, I walked into
my kitchen at Four A.M.,sat down in my underwear
at the kitchen table, and composed the following
recollection of the dream and what it revealed to me,
less it be lost forever..The Revelation?.
My Father Loves Me!
On Feb. 14th 1995, I had an insight that was quite
remarkable to me, that after 52 years I realized that
My Father Loved Me ....Very Much!
It was the late afternoon of Oct. 1943...I was in the
Army, stationed in Indiantown Gap PA....An Orderly
came to tell me that my Father was on the Base and
the Orderly had been instructed to bring me to
Battalion Headquarters in his Jeep. 
Civilians had to be detained for security reasons until
a uniformed escort could be provided 
to accompany them... on the base...
It was explained to me, that the visitor was with 
Master Sergeant, Charles Hart, awaiting my 
arrival at the Sergeant's office.
During the ride, I had the most agonizing thoughts. 
Trying to understand the reason for this unexpected 
and unusual circumstance, of allowing, visitors 
for G.I's, who were only permitted on weekends.
The remainder of the ride was short, and when 
we arrived, we were told that the First Sergeant 
had taken my Father to the Mess Hall and we were 
to meet them there.
As I turned to look toward the Mess Hall, from where
I stood I could see the the enlisted men's Chow Line, 
some 200 feet away and outstanding, was the dark 
blue outfit among the olive drab in the line, restlessly waiting.
The brown fedora and the blue figure's posture, identified
his person as my Pop...and as I ran toward him....he turned
to see where the shouting was coming from and saw me
running...he left the line and came in my direction.
When we met there was a very awkward moment, of
no embrace, no hugging or kissing......just some macho
back slapping and hand shaking..and I remember, that
wonderful smile on his face, announcing to me that he
was not a bearer of bad news.
The thing of it is, for over 50 years until tonight's
Dream, I didn't make any sense out of the look in his eyes.
Until this realization in my awaking... 
I remembered those eyes ...
They saw me with sparkling admiration and good humor, 
tearful pride and concern, a careful appraisal
from head to toe and with what I understand now, 
as Much Love......
The kind of Love I hope my Children can see and
apprise, when they notice me looking at them, today.
The kind of look I had seen, in my Mother's eyes,
many times, knowing what that admiration was all
about. 
Strangely, I never equated that thought
with my Dad.
Evidently, We do get Wise as we Age.
I still have the original hand scripted page from 1995,
on a yellow legal pad.
I share this with you now because I was 21 years
of age then, without the awareness of all that was
going on around me....occupied with my own trials
and tribulations.
I knew innately, that my father loved me, but the vivid
dream gave me the intellectual wisdom of his feelings
toward me.
When you get Home, Love your families.
To Love is to Give.
Expect nothing in return and you will never be disappointed.
You get Love only when it is Given without reservation.
Some day, you will realize, you were getting It back in Triplicate,
but hopefully, you were not too busy, to notice..,

6 comments:

Mike ZIEGLER said...

Sol,
I always look forward to your posts. I have been told that vivid dreams are more than just a dream, but actual contact with the person. At least I would like to believe that. Todays post brought tears to my eyes.
Bless you,
Mike

Elizabeth Bacher said...

Tearfully I write this my friend.. such an intimate moment you have shared with us...I know it brings you peace of mind and I am glad of that. Such wisdom you have shared and we thank you for that...love to you...Liz

solfine said...

My Dear Liz,
Sharing this Post with my Readers is, if only to give them hope, that Love is not lost......
It is just temporarily, misplaced.
Thank you for sharing your tearful moment with us....
It has been very well received here.
Solomon

solfine said...

Thank you Mike,
I still tear up, when I remember that LOOK in his eyes.
It adds to the warmth of the reality
I overlooked, years go.
Sol

Pat Tillett said...

That is a fantastic realization! Another bit of proof that our brains are incredible computers. Those memories and facts have been percolating in your subconscious for all these years, before it linked it all together and presented it to you in a dream. GREAT post Sol...

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