LARRY EUGENE WAHL
OCT 5 1927 ----- FEB 27 2013
There are old warriors and there are bold warriors,
but there are no old, bold warriors.
A massive man,full of mind and heart
Hating knaves who'd twist and torture truth
He made mincemeat alike of liars and lies
Born in a place between two major wars
Confusion abounding he found little peace
In times to come he would lose track of time
He nearly drowned but in the nick of time
Kindly souls took him into their sacred heart
In a world of toys and books he found peace
He received the Church's love if not its truth
Yet he could not quench his lonely inner war
With warm food and bed were served holy lies
The growing boy learned to sift facts from lies
But not to separate heartbreak from happier times
The ocean called his name at the end of a war
Cold green seas mirrored his storm-tossed heart
Black-hearted T-Men became his servers of ugly truth
In the mazes of engineering he found his little peace
A next-born daughter and her blue eyes of peace
Helped rescue him from the empty void of lies
Helped anchor in him the precious gem of loving truth
She passed into death after two years hard time
The loss tore another hole in the hull of his heart
In between wives and up to his eyes in war
They trained him in the unfair unconscious ways of war
Neither friends nor loving foes brought him any peace
Until the night his true soulmate captured his stony heart
He became blabber-mouth, she half-teller of silent lies
These two bonded together through hard and easy times
Mutual laughter and tears now sing a perpetual truth
This man was my father and as I tell my form of truth
Seasons of joy and warmth mixed with seasons of war
Yet now with the end of his days and the collapsing of time
I testify that all in him has melted into accepting peace
In the still coolness of a restful unknown he happily lies
A living rich memorial in his friends' and family's heart
My father gained a heart filled with hard-won truth
He conquered many lies and fought his final war
Gaining a true peace that will outlast all time
Hating knaves who'd twist and torture truth
He made mincemeat alike of liars and lies
Born in a place between two major wars
Confusion abounding he found little peace
In times to come he would lose track of time
He nearly drowned but in the nick of time
Kindly souls took him into their sacred heart
In a world of toys and books he found peace
He received the Church's love if not its truth
Yet he could not quench his lonely inner war
With warm food and bed were served holy lies
The growing boy learned to sift facts from lies
But not to separate heartbreak from happier times
The ocean called his name at the end of a war
Cold green seas mirrored his storm-tossed heart
Black-hearted T-Men became his servers of ugly truth
In the mazes of engineering he found his little peace
A next-born daughter and her blue eyes of peace
Helped rescue him from the empty void of lies
Helped anchor in him the precious gem of loving truth
She passed into death after two years hard time
The loss tore another hole in the hull of his heart
In between wives and up to his eyes in war
They trained him in the unfair unconscious ways of war
Neither friends nor loving foes brought him any peace
Until the night his true soulmate captured his stony heart
He became blabber-mouth, she half-teller of silent lies
These two bonded together through hard and easy times
Mutual laughter and tears now sing a perpetual truth
This man was my father and as I tell my form of truth
Seasons of joy and warmth mixed with seasons of war
Yet now with the end of his days and the collapsing of time
I testify that all in him has melted into accepting peace
In the still coolness of a restful unknown he happily lies
A living rich memorial in his friends' and family's heart
My father gained a heart filled with hard-won truth
He conquered many lies and fought his final war
Gaining a true peace that will outlast all time
