The Ticker

I wonder where it has been,
Always reminding me of my Great Grandpa.
In his letters he told everyone that he waited,
He waited for the time to pass,
He waited to be home again,

He waited to be safe again,
He waited for the war to end.
It teleports me into the war,
A horrid place and time,
I can imagine him flying the planes,
Diving through the sky,
Cutting through the clouds,

A rustic, golden backing,
just like his smile,
TICK TICK TICK
The ticker has ticked again.