Words for My Grandfather
In June of 1917 when I was 21
I signed up for the draft for the War
And created a mystery.
All my life I went by Lawrence Harrison Verner
But on the registration card
The registrar spelled my first name “Laurence”
And I signed as “Lorans.”
What would account for this?
I couldn’t spell my own name?
I made a mistake out of nerves?
I gave the registrar a French spelling
Because of bad feelings against Germans?
Whatever the cause, I left a mystery
For a grandson I never knew
Who bears my middle name
And who wrote these words for me.
–Danny Harrison Verner
Biscuit City 
Dan, what an amazing, beautiful tribute to your grandfather and the mystery surrounding his service. May I post this poem on my Battlefield website?