Tuesday, December 29, 2015
“This New World needs you!”
How could anyone or anything need me, a kid? And in
New Haven, not New York or Boston.
New Haven, not New York or Boston.
But Dad and Uncle Art go on, Art reading the letter
aloud once more. In its gold-like frame.
Even though I’m this very Cub Scout of the Month
congratulated by Dr Goebbels, the two adults ask me nothing
Art blows on the glass, pulls his shirt out of his pants
to polish!
Dad takes it from him then, hangs it back on the wall:
“We’ve been begging him to come here!”
Labels: Cub Scouts, Goebbels, Nazi, outcome, post-war, World War 2
