One of the most precious beings ever to enter my life is my dear friend, Leo Finegold. I met him when I was 49 years old and his unconditional love altered the course of my life forever.
Leo was 17 years old when he enlisted in the U.S. Army to participate in the theater of World War II.
Leo is now 91 years old.
This is his Memorial day legacy testament, written in 2017.
I was just a kid..17 when I enlisted…..two years later…I was an old man in a young man’s body… I have never forgotten the brutality of war…the fatigue and the exhiliration…the fear…the hunger…the cold…and the senseless waste of lives…the pain and suffering and jubilation of victory…a multitude of experiences packed into a brief time period…and I lived to relive those experiences for another seventy years….in both deliberate and fleeting thoughts….very private moments of reflection which could never be shared….one’s own very private world almost in total dissonance with the unfolding of years of mindless working the crowds…..subdued feelings which could for the most part remain forever suppressed…with feeble attempts to clothe them for distribution to the general public…. In any event..for me…it is refreshing to hear words of gratitude for my limited contribution in ending a conflict whose lessons were never learned… And so Joycean…”i go forth for the millionth time to encounter the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race”…..JAMES JOYCE..portrait of artist as a young man….