The following is something my father wrote to my mother while he was stationed away from her.
Is fate, that has long denied me thy arms,
About to give me the pleasure of thy many charms.
Doth not these pleasures too soon fade away from me.
Oh when will the time come that together we will always be.
Each time we part, something inside me dies.
When will life give me the time when there will be no good-bye.
Is not this life apart from you death.
Rather than this death, is it not better to be in my grave without breath.
Death is the coward's way; the brave must face life.
Must we long suffer heartaches, is there no end to this strife.
My dear, I hope you can understand this, for nothing else can explain my mood. Tell me what you think about it...if you like it I might try to write more.
23, Mar. 1958
Capt., Thomas M. Bland, Sr, USMC
Dec.13, 1934- June 26, 1975
(BTW- she loved it so much she made a copy to carry with her. Hers is the pencil copy)
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