Random day, random poem, random words #2

Days and nights and the dawn 
I keep thinking about him 
and mourn,
Of all the memories I've buried 
With your almighty soul, 
Took with you a piece that  completes me whole. 

One of the letter written during World War 1 (1914-1918) :

Emily Chitticks to her fiancé Private William Martin( days before she got the news that will was killed in the action)

My Dearest Will, I feel I must write you again dear altho there is not much news to tell you. I wonder how you are getting on. I shall be so relieved to get a letter from you. I can’t help feeling a bit anxious dear. I know how you must have felt darling when you did not get my letters for so long. Of course I know dear you will write as soon as ever you can, but the time seems so dull and weary without any news of you, if only this war was over dear and we were together again. It will be one day I suppose.

Don’t think dear I am worrying unnecessarily about you, because I know God can take care of you wherever you are and if it’s his will darling he will so are you to come back to me, that’s how I feel about it dear, if we only put our trust in Him. I am sure he will. I wonder how your Cousins are getting on dear. We are feeling very anxious about George, as no news has come from him yet. We can’t understand why his wife doesn’t write.

How are your hands now dear? Mine are very sore, so chapped, and my left hand has got several chilblains on it and they do irritate. I could scratch it to bits. Have you been receiving the books I have sent you dear. I am very pleased to say dear I am keeping very well indeed, and I trust you are the same.

There has been a bit of a fuss over Arthur this week. He has been trying to get in the Army unbeknown to his parents, but Mrs T. thought his parents ought to be informed about it, so she wrote and told them about him and he had to go home in hot haste last night. I guess he got in a fine row, but he won’t say today. He is as miserable as anything. Really Will I never saw such a boy as he is. I am afraid he is going to the bad. I don’t know if Mrs T. will keep him on or not. He says he has to join up in a fortnight, but as he is under age I suppose his parents could stop him. I don’t know whether they will or not. For my part I hope he does go, he will be a jolly good riddance for there is nothing but rows and deceitfulness going on where he is.

Well darling I don’t know much more to say now, so will close with fondest love and kisses from your loving little girl. Emily.

P.S. Cheer up darling, and don’t worry about me. I am quite alright, only anxious to get your letters. There is good news in the papers. Love from Mum and Dad.’

Fact of the day : The British Army Postal Service delivered around 2 billion letters during the war.

Source – Imperial war museum, UK

Herbert Hoover : “Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”

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This post reminds me of current wars ongoing in the world ( Ukraine-russia,  Palestine -Israel) . the wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father“– Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish

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