Here's something from LT. S. L. Sassoon known in WW I as the " Trench Poet"
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,
I'd live with Scarlet Majors at the base,
And speed glum heros up the line to death,
You'd see me with my puffy petulent face,
guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,
Reading the roll of honor, " poor young chap,"
I'd say - " I used to know his father well,
Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap."
And when the war is done and youth stone dead,
I'd toddle safely home and die - in bed.
Things never seem to change, do they? As Woody Guthrie sang... " the worst of men must fight and the best of men must die..."
Thanks for listening.
U.S. Army Infantry
Viet Nam 68-69