Miramas and remembering a Veteran
I want to honor my personal favorite veteran, Seymour "Rudy" Ruderman, my father.
Here is a "poem" I found in an envelope full of pictures from the war and the time he spent as a Supply Sergeant in Miramas, France:
In the Southern part of France
Bathed in a summer breeze
Dotted with little vegetation
Scrub brush, dry grass, no trees
Forlorn as a lonely coyote
Deserted by God as well
Stands the Miramar General Depot
Two jumps from the edge of Hell.
Dust storms like the scourge of Satan
Hides the blueness of the sky
The days so hot in the summer
That things wither up and die
Ringed in by man made rivers
That at times cause a very bad smell
I’ll change my mind from the line above
It’s one jump from the edge of Hell.
It’s only a mile from the nearest town
Where you are sure of a lousy time
The natives greet you with open arms
And cut your throat for a dime
So put all these things together
And think them over well
Wind and mud, drought and flood
By God - - - THIS IS HELL.
Miramas is still in the news - this from July