. From a Classified Location in England Dear Jim---my son---I write from far away. From England, Spring of 1944. June first! That means you’re six years old today! So happy birthday, son! And many more!Please know my heart is with you on this day---You and your mother---as I fight this War. I can’t believe that two whole years have passedSince I last saw you, Jim! The photos showYou’re practically a man, you’ve grown so fast! You’ve learned to ride a bike, to catch and throw---And all without me there. So stay steadfast!‘Cause you’re the kindest, bravest boy I know. I’ve missed too many moments of your life:The start of school, your laughter and your tears... Please tell your Mom I also miss my wife!I count the days till war in Europe clears.But I must soldier on to stop the strifeOf tyranny’s dark curse of endless fears! I’ve caught a bruise or two. A minor cut, But---don’t tell Mom the salty words I write---I’m ready to kick Hitler in the butt,And force his Nazi pals to say “good night!”That day comes close... Jim, I can’t share just whatMy orders are. But know I’ll fight for right. If I don’t make it home to you and MomThere’s something that I need to say to you: You’re watched by angels, Jim! Be strong, be calm.I’d want you to begin your life anew. Make friends, read books, find joy in every psalm.Think for yourself and you’ll grow straight and true. I’m proud of you, my son. I’ll always be. But I must go now. Sure, I’m scared---but glad To fight the Darkness so you can live free. Remember me sometimes; please don’t be sad. If death must come, I face it willingly. Just know, Jim, that I’ll always love you. Dad. . Poet’s Note: The Allied invasion of occupied Normandy on D-Day – June 6, 1944 -- was the largest seaborne invasion in history. Allied casualties on the first day were at least 10,000, with 4,414 confirmed dead. The operation laid the foundation for the defeat of Nazi Germany. . . Brian Yapko is a lawyer who also writes poetry. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.