Reflection

The past few weeks of research has offered some of the most exceptional experiences I have had. By looking through the eyes of a World War 2 soldier I was able to process an abundance of information with more empathy and meaning than I've ever had before. If I were to talk with Wesely Husted I would ask him what it was like to fight so young. The most helpful sources I studied were the letters of correspondence between Wesely Husted's father and the Army officials, as well as census information. This project redefined how think I about gratitude by evaluating how lucky I am to be living in a world Wesely Husted fought for.  

A Poem For Wesely J. Husted 

This poem for Wesely Husted reflects the innocence of young Americans who fought in the war and whose futures were sacrified for the greater good.

 

Two Doves Perched Upon an Arch of Wood 

 

Two doves perched upon an arch of wood 

All conversations lasted long- 

Sufficient enough to divert the thoughts 

Of empty evenings and later on, 

  

They babbled their way through silent mornings 

Quiet mournings and lazy afternoons 

 

With weeping feathers and crowded claws 

they dared to hope, before they fall 

  

Yet none were as still 

None so dull 

That they flapped a wing 

Or moved at all