The Dead...are More Real Than The Living

I Am A Soldier, Convinced That I Am Acting On Behalf Of Soldiers.

O German Mother Dreaming By The Fire, While You Are Knitting Socks To Send Your Son His Face Is Trodden Deeper In The Mud.

Life For The Majority Of The Population. Is An Unlovely Struggle Against Unfair Odds. Culminating In A Cheap Funeral.

And It's Been Proved That Soldiers Don't Go Mad Unless They Lose Control Of Ugly Thoughts That Drive Them Out To Jabber Among The Trees.

I Didn't Want To Die - Not Before I'd Finished Reading The Return Of The Native Anyhow.