Lay for the Day
Pyle, American journalist, was born in Indiana on 3rd August 1900 and
was shot dead on the Pacific island of IeShima on 18th April 1945. His
reports on the lives of men and women in the services during World War
II have a rare clarity and compassion.
In memory of
Dear John, I wish you could
be more specific
as to just where you are in the Pacific.
I sit and stare at the pages of blue
in the atlas, but which green dot holds you?
Dear Mary, Thank you for the
socks and pot
of jam. The Japs have been making it hot
for us here, but at last the beastly weather
has cooled. I hope we will soon be together.
Dear John, Anne did well in
her last report.
Now all of her blouses are far too short
in the sleeves, shes shot up so this last year.
She looks more and more like you. John, I fear
Dear Mary, You shouldnt
be worried and fret.
Youve not heard the end of the old man yet.
Though actions about as far as it could get
from here, I keep my head well down, you bet!
Dear John, Are you sure this
landings not risky?
Did you get the bottle of Daddys whisky?
Charles says please could you capture a Jap sword!
I miss you, dear. Im half-frantic, half-bored
Dear Mary, Well, of course
I may get slightly wet!
Is Charlie good? Annie still teachers pet?
I kiss you all. And darling, dont forget
Dear Mrs Wilkes, It is with
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