SALUTE: Tribute to Superman

It was 1968

Not the Summer of Love

but close enough

The Beatles filled the air

As we cruised down Sherman Avenue

Life was good and filled with

High School stuff

Girls, sports, and the promise of summer

My brother was in Vietnam

Thousands of miles away

Sleeping in hot steamy jungles

Just trying to live

To see the next day

I wasn’t too worried

Hell, he was Superman

I knew he’d come home

He did.

And we buried him.

I have missed him for almost 50 years

My tears have never dried

He was Superman

He is and always will be

He was 19.

(To all of those who have served and continue to serve — I remember. I always will. Thank you. Peace.)

MIKE WIMMER

Coeur d’Alene