Went to see my father today

He was ok at the elderly care facility and soon he is 81. He used to hear voices too. It is in our family.

But here is a poem he, my father, wrote in 1952, 63 years ago during his military service, he was a pioneer, here is also their song.

The Will of the Pioneer

The Life to the Fatherland
The Heart to a woman
The Body to worms
The clothes to a rag Steve
The Memories to this book
Money, if any, to a rookie who is the most miserable being in this world


Thats one thing ill never be doing in this life.

May the basstard just whither and die alone.

I just can’t imagine actually visiting the sick old ■■■■.

Have some respect for mjseu and his father.