As promised in my first post about my grandfather, here is another one of the beautiful poems he sent home to my grandmother:
My Darling when this war is won.
I know he was my grandfather, but this poetry from the second world war by a soldier to his wife really moves me. I'm floored by how good it is, and would love to hear it put to music, and played for the world to hear (with some minor editing), it should at the very least be published in a World War II book, or a collection of poems on war.
My heart goes out to all the soldiers and their wives or girlfriends, present and past. This must be so painful and terrifying.
For more poetry from this devoted soldier, click here