I Wish By: Michael McBroom Hey son, take a seat, lend me your ear. Let’s chat about the war.Shoot the breeze, just between you and me. I know you’re getting older, but son, there’s these things you must see to believe. The ugliness of man. I wish when I was younger, he would have told meabout the war. I wish he would have told me. I wish I knew, when I was young.Hey dad, these things, they come in your sleep. Give you bad dreams.I can hear you speak, hear you mumble. Sometimes you’re loud, but I can’t understand what you’re saying or seeing. I haven’t been there to know what you went through. Hey son, maybe when your older, hey Dad, I’m almost 18. Hey son, maybe when your older, now I’m older and he’s gone. I wish when I was younger, he would have told meabout the war. I wish when I was younger, he would have told me what he went through.