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