My Father in Clarksville, Arknansas During WWII Studying Radio.

 After having served ab out a year as a radar technician, dad went back to training to become a radioman.  He had spent some time in Chicago at Herzl colleg, and then moved on the Clarksville for more advanced study.  This was 1944.  Dad and another sailor had to repeat the course but he did graduate as a radioman.  From here he would continue to study radio at Treasure Island in San Francisco.

Recent pictures of the university where he studied.

Arkansas 2019: Our Last Picture of Grandpa Pohlsander

 Grandpa Pohlsander passed away in May of 2022.  The last time we visited him he was full of stories about WWII and Germany.  Some of the stories I have put on family search. https://www.familysearch.org/en/tree/person/memories/LF3C-9WW

He sat and talked for some time.  When we first pulled up, Grandma saw Sheri and said "Oh my favorite daughter."  But then thought she was Elizabeth.  Unless she recognized her as her daughter.  

Poem: My Heart Breaks

This poem reflects the letters of my father and grandmother to each other during WWII when my father was in the Navy.  I wrote this when I wrote my Dad's Naval history.  It reflects my Dad entering the Navy, being known as Wilford, and preferring Jim in the Navy.  I guess everyone went by their first name in the military.

My Heart Breaks

My Heart Breaks

I go to defend my country,

My arms ache.

I'm not found under summer trees.

I feel empty.

I will be safe, protected,

Danger, avoid the sea.

By God directed.

I worry, cry and weep;

I wish you could be calm,

At night I do not sleep.

My patriarchal blessing's balm.

But what of the farm?

I have a job to do here.

Work without harm.

When my job is done; I'll be there.

Guard your soul.

I will walk upright

Mind your eternal goals.

My actions guided by light.

You leave me, my Wilford,

I return to you as Jim.

My son, my manly ward.

I've learned to swim.