The Letter from Lon

The Letter from Lon by Payson Sibley Wild

Bill is prouder than ever the morning Lon's first letter arrives from France. Viny comes running from the road waving it, startling Laury into dropping a pie on the hound dog, and the farmyard animals scatter in confusion. Bill notices the envelope has been censored, with cuts and blots where words were removed; Laury complains about the "Sensure" that cut it, then hurries back to tend her stewing rhubarb, leaving Bill to read the letter aloud to the narrator. Bill reads Lon's words: he's glad to hear his father and mother are well, and the boys are determined to stick to their job until the "Potsdam Crocodile" is defeated. Much of the letter is unreadable due to the censoring of place names and movements. Lon writes of missing the farm, old Whitey, Ben, the wood-lot, the sunsets, and the furrows cut with the old walking plow, then says that when he looks across at the "Boshes" and thinks of their cruelty, he knows his job and is glad to be there. Overcome, Bill suddenly leaves for the crib, pretending he forgot something, and the narrator knows he won't return right away. The narrator, moved to tears himself, waters the hogs five times that day, repeating to himself that the Anjelo-Saxtons never quit.

By Payson Sibley Wild · Genre: War Fiction, Historical Fiction, Epistolary Fiction · 1,333 words

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I. I never seen a man more prouder 'n Bill / The mornin' Lon's first letter come from France. / He'd et 'is breakfas' an' was harnessin', / An' I stood at the trough a-wat'rin' Babe, / When 'Viny come a-runnin' from the road / A-wavin' suthin' white an' screamin' like / She'd be'n attackted by a bunch o' bees. / Co'se Laury heerd 'er bawlin', dropped a pie / Ri't on the houn' dawg layin' by the door, / An' started like a rabbit fer the yard. / The houn' was scairt an' come a-bell'rin' out / All plastered up with messy strawb'ry dough; / The hens an' geese an' ducks got ri't on aidge / An' nigh screeched all the'r haids off ez they run / In ev'ry which way, 'n' yew'd 'a' tho't the hull / Dum works was bust. But Bill he only grinned; / He knowed what 'Viny hed, fer he hed heerd / The pos'man's car come chuggin' up an' stop / To our front gate. (Bill didn't hev ter look, / Fer he kin sense by lis'nen' ev'ry car / Thet goes by reg'lar-knows 'em by the'r rattle.) / ". D'ye notice, Laury, 'pears ter me like this / Envelop 's be'n a-monkeyed with somehow; / They's suthin' plastered over it that sez-" / An' then 'e eyed it closter, spellin' out / The letters 'e hed cut threw with 'is 'nife.

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World War I · letter · military censorship · father and son · homesickness · American farm · dialect verse · narrative poem · patriotism · sacrifice · emotional restraint · nostalgia

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