Love Letters
A Tale of Wartime Affection
Waves of pain come crashing down on this full moon night
Lunar lust has given way to my unending stellar plight
It ain’t right, that I’m the one who was on the outside
And continued to fight, with much might, despite rising tides
The cold wall of waters, ravishing and frigid bite
To you I write – I must tell you dear, there’s nothing but widespread
Desolation here, the whole damned city is half dead,
Over-stressed and underfed or 6 feet deep and full of lead
I place the enemies in hollow ground to serve my stead
So that amongst the mortals I may still break bread…and dream
But night visions are all but empty it seems – I have become a war machine
Hell bent on resetting righteousness, my main objective
Is to end the cancer which ate away unity and divided this, Unified collective
Our love – It grows more distant with each savage kill
But I hope when I’m done warring and pillaging you care for me still
Darling One,
With unwavering love and devotion,
I write of our life, with emotion
I miss you dear, so I keep you near;
And pray that you’re safe from commotion.
It’s important you know what we’re thinking.
How the family’s growing and living.
While ‘you’re’ out there killing and digging,
the smile from our son is forgiving.
Our little Jack is now four.
He knows his Daddy’s, at war.
Fighting Germans on shore, he plays ‘you’ on the floor,
and…
I don’t know, what it means, anymore.
I’m powerless here, but Women’s Volunteer
keeps me busy and their efforts are priceless.
I hear the news on the wireless.
Of the virus, that tireless violence.
Now the devils want to annihilate Coventry.
The terrible attack has been going since three.
I shudder to think of the killing spree,
the bodies and dust, of the dead, and debris.
Hawker Hurricane, reported missing in action.
In Northern France. My reaction;
Everything I did, a small distraction.
Bijou infraction, on my inaction.
But at the end of the day, before retiring to bed
I pick up my pen, and share words unsaid
Of how nice it would be, to drink wine, and break bread
with the love of my life, my husband, my friend.
I pour stories out of my day at hand,
And post them to bases all over Britain.
I feel myself burn, from concern, and I yearn
To hold you tight love, on your return.
Dearest Love,
I’ve so much to tell you in so little time
I bend to the lack of reason found in this wars cryptic rhyme
I wish I could sum up my feelings in just a single line
Thoughts of how you are divine, thoughts of life is unkind
And of how it’s cruelty is rubbing off on me
I see the face of our son upon children who swing in the breeze
Their bodies suspended by the trees
Left standing from the bursting napalm
There is many-a-demon here and I cannot face’em
I don’t want to face’em…without you by my side
We are stationed in trenches but truly in your hear I hide
That bit of me which I crave ravenously to survive
The smile you long to see again is becoming the thing that dies
As I see young men laying, staring at their insides
Which have been exposed by explosives
For my “bravery” I was promoted
And the higher-up’s musn’t know this
But Truthfully I’m scared to death each day that we battle
I am shaken and rattled. I feel bamboozled and baffled
This shit isn’t what I signed up for
I long to return to our happy family, I’m disillusioned with this war…
What strengthens me is knowing you’re there waiting
Always so beautiful and faithful, your actions never negating
The words you are saying. Your devotion to truth shall be rewarded
And the space between us will soon be thwarted
Sincerely yours, your solider of righteousness and adornment
September-8-1940
Poor London got it in the neck last night
- 400 dead - Height of fright
- 99 Jerries’ - incite the light -22 of ours –
died despite, their war stage fright
Lots of serious damage. Railways and roads
Deleterious disadvantage as you re-load
But things are very quiet, tonight, so far
And all day today, there’s been no spar
All troops confined to barracks this morning
No other news. May their rest be rewarding
Awful perils living in an enemy country
And this death penalty they talk of bluntly
For sheltering your like is nutty, oh honey
Your promotion at least is some prize money
Please don’t be scared my lover, my friend
I am with you, beside you, right till the end
You say you’re rattled, bamboozled and baffled
And I am embattled in shackles like cattle
With a body tied down but a mind that travels
Inside every chapel to pray with no hassle
How I wished I prayed harder during the first half of the war
To restore all the peace that we worked hard for
Thank you for writing, please write again
I look forward to the moment my paper and pen
Reply to your words
I love you
Till then,
May God bless you all, keep you safe
Amen.
The next letter sent between the lovers torn
Was a shocking epic - it's subject - Wars scorn
Upon reading it the missus was overcome and forlorn
Widowed and left alone - her soldier killed far away from home
Such is the cost to pay - playing the game where killers roam
Freely across the battlefield in their murderous zone
But they don't feel the plight felt, or hear the moans bemoaned
When a son losses his daddy and a woman's groom is gone
The End
Verses 1,3, and 5 are Truth
Verses 2 and 4 are @Emilyinthepool
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