And now the who cycle …
a carpenter and mason and soldier
pledge, when he sojourned
in the district of his birth, and
his mother, sojourned for
their trades.

And to Burma and back home after WW11
to mentor his men in crafts, himself artisan,
his shirt sparkled, shoes were shined
army style to walk like a soldier,
shorts were baggy for air space,
buttoned firm not belted.

His peer I met,
spoke of him, that Jacob
laid bricks neatly
with trowel in hand,
hammer and pinches and mortar
to build cubic culverts for drainage
but running water
overflowing the brim capsized his boat.
Genetic seeds showered upon him
as his replica will record history.

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Life of a soldier who before the outbreak of second word war earned a living locally as carpenter and a mason. Enlisted in the army with Royal Frontier Force to fight and stationed at Burma, he returns home after war ended to engage the services of masons and carpenters.