If I Have To Be A Soldier

Flying Is The Only Active Profession I Could Ever Continue With Enthusiasm After The War.

And By His Smile, I Knew That Sullen Hall, By His Dead Smile I Knew We Stood In Hell.

As Bronze May Be Much Beautified By Lying In The Dark Damp Soil, So Men Who Fade In Dust Of Warfare Fade Fairer, And Sorrow Blooms Their Soul.

Dead Men May Envy Living Mites In Cheese, Or Good Germs Even. Microbes Have Their Joys, And Subdivide, And Never Come To Death.

And Some Cease Feeling Even Themselves Or For Themselves. Dullness Best Solves The Tease And Doubt Of Shelling