A few poems in the anthology are copies of other soldiers’ work. Several are written by girlfriends and wives left back in Australia. They always express hope that they’ll see their men again, as in these two verses:
The title of this poem couldn’t be simpler: Thoughts.
My father was thinking and writing and, it seems, regretting his decision to join the volunteers heading for the Middle East. Here’s the first verse:
Like this week’s photo challenge, the following poem and its miniature illustration also have a peaceful theme. My father was in the Middle East in 1941 thinking about the sun rising in his home country. I give you the first of four stanzas.