These Men Are Worth Your Tears. You

After All My Years Of Playing Soldiers, And Then Of Reading History, I Have Almost A Mania To Be In The East, To See Fighting, And To Serve.

Never Fear: Thank Home, And Poetry, And The Force Behind Both.

My Subject Is War, And The Pity Of War.

It Seemed That Out Of Battle I Escaped Down Some Profound Dull Tunnel, Long Since Scooped Through Granites Which Titanic Wars Had Groined.

Sweet And Fitting It Is To Die For The Fatherland.