Soldier Songs and Love Songs by A. H. Laidlaw
Let's be real: I’m not usually a poetry person. So when I picked up A.H. Laidlaw’s Soldier Songs and Love Songs, I expected something dusty and stiff. But ten pages in, I was hooked. This isn’t the tidy, polished war poetry you read in school. This is rough, honest, and somehow still romantic.
The Story
Okay, so there’s not a single plot—it’s a collection. But running through every poem is Laidlaw’s story of being a soldier in the late 1890s and early 1900s. He shipped off to fight, saw grim stuff, and came home (he died relatively young, in 1908). The poems swap between two worlds: gritty battlefields and quiet homes. One minute, you’re reading “Farewell to the old camp,” marching away; the next, it’s “Oh, sweetheart, wherever you be.” The mystery? How did a guy who had to shoot at people still have the softness to write love notes in verse? He doesn’t slam us with violence—he shows it in the exhausted lines about crossing rivers or remembering a buddy’s last joke. It makes you feel like you’re reading his private diary. Plot-wise, it’s a journey, but not a straight line.
Why You Should Read It
Look, I teared up twice. Not even joking. Laidlaw gets to the heart of why we fight, wander, and still couldn’t forget the person we left behind. His love poems feel urgent—like he didn’t know if he’d come home to say all those things yourself. His war poems aren’t showy—they’re weary. In one piece, he writes about thinking of “blue eyes and auburn hair” while hearing rifle click inside a dark valley. That contrast hits you deep. If you've ever been far from home, missing someone, or just carrying a heavy past, these poems will find a corner in your life. Also? The language is plain, clear, hits hard. Great audio reading at night with music low.
Final Verdict
This one is for people who loved Anthony Swofford’s Jarhead but wished there was a softer side. Perfect for history fans tired of dry analysis, or lovers of old-timey romance that still feels gritty, stained around the edges. Not for folks wanting either pure army detail or pure silly love talk. Go find a quiet afternoon with coffee.
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