Before he was my father…

A humble boy,

barely 17.

Blue-eyed,

blonde-haired,

and strong.

Bleeding red and gold.

 

A main feature in the newspaper every week,

his town knew him by name.

A sports star by day,

a farmer by dusk,

he toiled in the fields.

 

A Minnesota man,

proud and true.

 

Hardworking. Brave.

Still making headlines

20 years later

in deserts abroad.

 

Persevering.

Like I strive to be.

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