Fort Hamilton High School - Tower Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Trom high school everyThing is sTill here and only I have changed and can no longer Teel as Frank does because he hasn'T been Through iT and I was ouT There maybe never To come back he here siTTing behind a school desk looking aT The girls never Thinking of me ouT There maybe I would die or lose an arm so he could go Through med school and become a docTor buT I didn'T and The war is over and I have come back and There are so many Things I missed This is a greaT world and IiTe can really be worTh some- Thing when you see kids like This living and happy why should They Think OT any- one or whaT happened yesTerday or me dying when They will be alive Tomorrow and They will be happy because I have never known happiness and TelT despair and was depressed and TonighT These kids have shown me whaT is IasTing and whaT shall remain They will always be here anzl always be ambiTious and will go Torward no maTTer how many die I can or iT noT me somebody else can come and peace will have seTTIed over The world Tarmers will plow Their Tields To grow grain Tor The babies ThaT won'T be Ted on blood and The homes of The dead shall TerTilize iT and The babies will be healThier because These bones made a large sTrong crop and always coming back and we will Talk and iT will be swell To be wiTh her To Teel her close To me again and I'lI never go and always be here because somebody died now I am sure someThing will come oT all The deaTh and desTrucTion The world will live more happily and everybody will work TogeTher so I can always come back and siT here on a bench and waTch The cool clean silky waTer lapping againsT The rocks The breeze blowing Through The Trees iusT sTrong enough To make The leaves rusTle The moon shining on The bare cold walls oT The school making iT gleam and someTimes I Think The school has a soul everyThing seems To emiT a warming glow because This is iT and peace has reTurned. 1: , -,- ,VW 1. ffzivf -

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Yes buT was iT worTh iT ouT There in The grime and muck dying all around me and always Thinking oT home my socks were so weT Americans are in- venTive geniuses why can'T They invenT really waTer prooT shoes and always wanT- ing To geT away Trom iT all away Trom crouching in The dir'T and hiding behind a palm Tree digging my head in The dirT and biTing hard cursing aT every shell ThaT exploded shaTTering IiTTIe jagged pieces ThaT rooTed Themselves inside you aTraid To IeT The Tears come because The oThers would see how cowardly I really was howling inTo The wind on deaT ears ThaT iT was wrong iT was wrong evil evil wrong beaTing my chesT and crying ouT why me why does iT have To be me and shells bursTing all around IighTing up The nighT sky sTars never seemed To shine iT was always so bleak and desoIaTe only The shells giving oTT IighT buT no warmTh and someday iT would end and The world would go back To normal The parade was over aT 5 o'cIock and my TeeT were Tired and burning The people cheered and Threw conTeTTi somehow I didn'T Teel as if This was iT and nowl can siT here on a bench and waTch The cool clean silky waTer lapping againsT The rocks iT is hard To belive and here I am The kids have graduaTed TonighT They are Tull oT hope They have no ambiTion They know everyThing and noThing They are geTTing a chance To realize Their ambiTion and I made iT possible buT was iT worTh iT did iT mean so much To come back and waTch Those kids waTch and envy Them see Their Taces as They go inTo a world oT peace whaT a wonderTuI Teeling iT musT be To know They're noT going To shove a gun inTo your hands and you can sTill go on living The same and eaTing ice cream sodas IeT Tomorrow look aTTer iTseIT no worry everyThing will be here Tomorrow I can sTill go ouT To The ball game I haven'T had a hoT dog since I IeTT They TasTe so good all smeared wiTh musTard and The Greek in The resTauranT wiTh his greasy Tood ThaT TasTes good only when you're hungry buT iT's The only resTauranT open so whaT can you do buT The parade means noThing only apple pie and milk There's a dish you can'T beaT and my duTy is To live and They won'T have To pick me oTT The ground and Try To recognize ThaT bloody pulp ThaT was my Tace so They can send a Telegram home and They'II know I died buT I came home IasT week and I can siT here and waTch The cool silky waTer lapping againsT The rocks And Then I wenT ouTside wiTh Frank his diploma was aImosT crushed he was so nervous he and I wenT To have a smoke and he wanTed To be a docTor iT was greaT having me home again and iT was greaT I only wish I had had The chance To wanT To be a docTor and I am here and you are here aTTer all we made iT possible Today you are noT in jail Tor being a Jew a Negro a CaThoIic or American and you're alive and iT's greaT To have iusT graduaTed

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