Field Postcard
France, 17 October 1917
POSTMARK: 21st Battalion, Ypres Salient
CENSORED: PASSED BY A.E.F. FIELD CENSOR 143
L—
We go over at dawn.
Our trenches hold like promises made in fear, shallow, desperate, and already broken. I keep low, but death hums overhead.
If this is the end, and often it nearly is, know this:
I thought of you. Not God. Not glory. You.
Your laugh. Your hands.
The soft breath of morning when you turn in sleep.
I am afraid. But I go anyway.
If they find this, if there’s nothing left of me but ash and buttons,
know I loved you without regret.
And if I return, it will be only to you.
Yours,
W.
BB Grey--musings 
Leave a comment