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RECRUITING ­ E.A. MACKINTOSH (1893-1917)




`Lads, you're wanted, go and help,' Leave the harlots still to sing
On the railway carriage wall Comic songs about the Hun,
Stuck the poster, and I thought Leave the fat old men to say
Of the hands that penned the call. Now we've got…

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JOINING THE COLOURS ­ KATHERINE TYNAN KINKSON (1861-1931)




There they go marching all in step so gay!
Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns.
Blithely they go as to a wedding day,
The mothers' sons.

The drab street lights stares to see them row on row
On the high…

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THE TARGET ­ IVOR GURNEY (1890-1937)




I shot him, and it had to be
One of us "Twas him or me.
'Couldn't be helped' and none can blame
Me, for you would do the same

My mother, she can't sleep for fear
Of what might be a-happening here
To me.…

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THE SEND-OFF ­ WILFRED OWEN (1893-1918)




Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.

Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.

Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp
Stood staring…

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SPRING OFFENSIVE ­ WILFRED OWEN (1893-1918)

Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
And, finding comfortable chests and knees
Carelessly slept. But many there stood still
To face the stark, blank sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their feet had come to…

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THE BOHEMIANS ­ IVOR GURNEY (1890-1937)




Certain people would not clean their buttons,
Nor polish buckles after latest fashions,
Preferred their hair long, putties comfortable,
Barely escaping hanging, indeed hardly able;
In Bridge and smoking without army cautions
Spending hours that sped like evil for quickness,
(While others burnished brasses,…

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LAMENTATIONS ­ SIEGFRIED SASSOON (1886-1967)




I found him in the guard-room at the Base.
From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying
To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.
And,…

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THE DESERTER ­ WINIFRED M. LETTS (1887-1972)




There was a man,- don't mind his name.
Whom Fear had dogged by night and day.
He could not face the German guns
And so he turned and ran away,
Just that- he turned and ran away,
But who can judge him, you…

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THE HERO ­ SIEGFRIED SASSOON (1886-1967)




'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quivered to a choke.
She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud
Of our…

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THE FALLING LEAVES ­ MARGARET POSTGATE COLE (1893-1980)




Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence…

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