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 While the origin of the Dear John letter isn’t quite narrowed down, they became frequent during WW11. Letters started coming only addressed as Dear John instead of ,My Darling or My Love. Either way , Dear John letters were the break up note of that generation and have kept their place in history, even today. Dear John letters are as painful and morale killers as a traditional wound, sometimes even worse. I personally received two, of course on two separate occasions. I still remember the pain as I sat on my rucksack and read the letter over and over again. You try to be a man about it and not cry, but the letter doesn’t pick the best timing. Here is a poem I wrote many years ago after my first Dear John.

                      There is a river that keeps rising in this heart of mine

  and that river keeps rising with each tear I cry.

Once you told me that you loved me, now that was just a lie,

and this river keeps rising with each line Good bye.

 Oh you loved me, oh you held me ,but duty called me away

and you promised to stand be side me, write me every day.

Now I’m weary, oh so dirty, haven’t eaten or slept a wink

holding on to each letter trying to read the faded ink.

But now there’s a river that keeps rising in this heart of mine

You have found yourself a other and written me just a few lines

Dear John, is the open , I cannot read it all right now

there’s a mortar round incomming  may it hit me some how.

There’s a river…………….