My Grandfather, The Captain
My Grandfather Pete was a man of the Sea,
P.T. Boat 66 was his vessel and duty.
He commanded his crew with the might of a giant,
The obeyed him and respected him greatly.
World War II was the time that he served,
He felt honored and privileged to do so.
The world was at war, it was a scary time,
But Pete fought hard for his country.
The Sea became part of his being,
His love of its power always with him.
He boated, scuba dived, and fished,
The gentle Sea was always part of his pleasure.
Pete founded a fish empire of sorts,
Pete’s Fish & Chips was begun in ’47.
A family business, a gift to his children,
Even his work was tied to the Sea.
My memories of my Grandpa will always be with me,
His War stories burned a place in my memory.
He was taken from us far too soon I’m afraid,
At the hands of a madman, a stranger.
Each time I have a vision of the Sea,
I imagine my Grandpa the Captain.
His soul lives on inside my heart,
He was a man of the Sea, just like me.
Justin M. Foster