_What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?_
W. E. HENLEY’S “For England’s Sake.”
_Soldier, soldier, if by shot and shell
They wound him, my dear lad, my sweetheart O,
He’ll lie bleeding in the rain
And call me, all in vain,
Crying for the fingers of his sweetheart O._
MAURICE HEWLETT’S “Soldier, Soldier.”
Give them a cigarette and let them grip the operating-table, and
they will stick anything until they practically collapse: _Corpl. H.
Stewart, Royal Army Medical Corps_.
Poor Minnie!
They have shot my greatest friend from under me--my horse Minnie, the
most faithful animal in the world. God forgive them for that; I never
will: _Pte. Knowles, 6th Dragoons_.