TRANSCRIBED FROM THE BAXTER BULLETIN NOVEMBER 15, 1918 P. 1
Darling when I am far away
Perhaps somewhere in France
I ask you always to think of me
And pray that I’ll have a chance.
To leave you darling, it was hard
The hardest thing of all
But I was not a slacker when I heard
My country’s call.
To be at home with you dear girl
Would make me happy, that is true
But I cannot fight the enemy if I
Stay at home with you.
NOTES: This poem was sent by William Dow Lonon to his sweet heart. He was born on May 7, 1896 in Buford, Arkansas and died on May 18, 1971 in Gentry, Arkansas. He served in the Navy. He was described as being tall and of medium build with hazel eyes and dark hair. He is buried in the Gentry Cemetery in Gentry.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT
Darling when I am far away
Perhaps somewhere in France
I ask you always to think of me
And pray that I’ll have a chance.
To leave you darling, it was hard
The hardest thing of all
But I was not a slacker when I heard
My country’s call.
To be at home with you dear girl
Would make me happy, that is true
But I cannot fight the enemy if I
Stay at home with you.
NOTES: This poem was sent by William Dow Lonon to his sweet heart. He was born on May 7, 1896 in Buford, Arkansas and died on May 18, 1971 in Gentry, Arkansas. He served in the Navy. He was described as being tall and of medium build with hazel eyes and dark hair. He is buried in the Gentry Cemetery in Gentry.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT