A little boy stands by the doorway looking out across the moors, waiting for his daddy to return from those far off distant shores, for his daddy was a soldier and he was away at war, fighting for our freedom like so many had done before.

His daddy was a farmer although a letter came one day, that said it was his duty and that he had to go away, so he packed up and caught the train like the letter said he must, he left the farm in the little boys hands and he was gone for dust.

Before he left he turned and said to his little boy, “it’s time to be a man now son, no time to play with toys, you need to work the land and do as I have done, I’m off to war now my boy, it’s time to be a man my son.”

One day on the horizon a figure stood in the mist, dressed in military clothes, could this day be it, as the figure came closer the boy began to cry, this man was not his daddy, his daddy had lost his life.

(c) copyright Tony Kasazkaja 2015. all rights reserved.