*Homefront short story about a woman on her farm in Kansas.*
I used to worry every day that my son would be shipped off to fight this war that we were determined to stay out of. Things have changed though. I haven't seen him since a few weeks after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Now I worry if I will ever get so see him again. We are still recovering from agricultural downfall a few years back, but I think this war could really benefit us farmers. Great Britain and France could really use our supplies and we could really use their trade. Maybe out of all this ungodly fighting, our standard of living could be better. Hopefully belligerent nations will turn to the us for agricultural needs that they can't produce in order to feed their people.
This morning I woke up to make sure our livestock were eating properly. I had a man from the state come out and take a look at our farm. He said the livestock were looking a little thin. I wanted to tell him to give us more feed then we wouldn't have this issue, but that's not a place for a woman to stand. I had to go around to other farms and ask how they were getting by and they gave me some tips. After that, I went to our grain fields. Everything was looking great. We had plenty of grain to start selling to traders, but my husband wanted to wait until it was the right time to start exporting goods.
This war hasn't lived up to what our community thought it would. Government kept saying, "crop prices will skyrocket... a huge boom for exports..." Yet that's not what happened. Prices may have gone up a little, but not at all what we needed to last. My family has worked so hard in keeping this farm going in hopes of making some money for luxuries. My poor son is off fighting in this war, giving up his life, but us back home aren't living any better. Sure, we aren't in a war over here, but things could be better. Thanks to German blockades, we have lost so many foreign markets we are relying on government buying, commodity loans, and export subsidies to help keep our prices from falling.
As I was sitting on my porch tonight, my husband came in telling me some news. Secretary Wickard believed the war and the other nations fighting Germany would need record-breaking agricultural support. Wickard promised that American farmers would need to feed ten million Britain's and that seventy cents of each dollar spent for dairy products, butter, eggs, and cotton, would be given back to us. With this news, I can rest a little easier in my rocking chair. Now all I need is my son back home and safe with my husband and I on our farm.