Charles J. Ingerson
MY FATHER
(A Daughter’s Tribute)

Sonia and her father, Tony - Memorial Day 2002
Photo taken on the USS Hornet, San FranciscoNot found in a suit
or button-down shirt
these points are mute
never duty to shirk.
(“This is my Dad! Tony!”)
Went to war a youth
fresh, wise and great
came home in truth
dog-eared and sedate.
(“He’s a Vietnam Vet!”)
Hearing a distant call
service he rendered sure
understanding a need all
of freedom to be pure.
(“Served in the Royal Australian Air Force”)
Feeling the running blood
helping friends alone
in a dense jungle hood
trying to bring them home.
(“More than 20 years”)
Never to leave the battle
never-ever to turn away
some he had to saddle
to rescue from the fray.
(“He was a Sergeant”)
No glory or glamour’s view
just the work to be done
meeting the needs a few
in life’s struggle to be won.
(“He can’t work anymore”)
Some gave more than he
but he gave his all and some
so you and I could be free
and for generations to come.
So if in some small way
I can honor him I will
for his blood I display
running through me still.
©Copyright December 27, 2003 by Charles J. Ingerson