Love? Or Betrayal?
This week we listen to Dear John and Dear June letters from WW2
Dear John letters were break-up letters sent to soldiers oversea who were fighting in World War 2. As many men drafted in the war were in their early 20s so there were a fair amount of men who left behind a sweetheart to fight overseas; not just men but women first aid on the battlefield helping Injured soldiers. A lot of times, the person writing the break-up letters to the significant love, didn’t want to hurt them and wanted to let men and women down gently. For it was hard to love someone when they were fighting life and death, everything, and though they may never come alive was a consistent thought in their mind.
However, I personally believe if you love someone, who is willing to sacrifice their life for their country to break up with them in the midst of war is just wrong. It must feel like a slap to the face because instead of being there for them, they cause heartache. Keeping their mood stable should be first the priority for their lover because they are in an environment where a distracted could be the cause of a life or lifes. I see the lover’s perspective not wanting to drag the romance no farther, but their partners are literally seeing dead in and out daily. People they had built bounds with dead because of their service, trying to keep their homes safe.
It makes me think of questions that have been asked since the beginning of time.
What is the power of Love? And What is it?
It inspired a poem that I wrote about how one must feel when losing love. For the soldiers being dumped. And for those who wrote the letter trying to let love go knowing it would hurt both parties.
The burden of Love-
Love is what escapes me.
Always be a burden on my soul
An endless ending I’m trying to avoid
Leap of faith is what you ask
But faith is not me
And I’m not it.
The pressure to have love, cause
The stress I can never overcome
Its foundation of trust is pudd in my hands
Sipping endless through my fingers trips with no hesitation
Leaving behind drops of hope that
I would only wipe off.
You give hope but pain
The ability to move on from you will be terminated by the memory
You forced.
