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Michael Kihntopf
Michael P. Kihntopf is retired U.S. Air Force captain (23 years) and retired high school world history and special education teacher. He holds a B.A. in history from Angelo State University, San Angelo, Texas with graduate work at University of Texas at San Antonio. He is the author of two non-fiction books about the World War 1 Eastern Front and four historical military fiction books about the Great War and its aftermath in Eastern Europe. He is the chairperson for the Southwest Branch of the World War I Historical Association, an organization affiliated with the Western Front Association which has chapters worldwide. He has written over 20 articles about many aspects of World War 1. They have been published in magazines such as Command, Relevance, Military History, Strategy and Tactics, and on line at militaryhistoryonline.com. He has also written book reviews for the Military History Journal and the blog Roads to the Great War.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone