Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go." "The War Poems
All this, I suspect, has been little more than the operation known as the pilgrimage from the cradle to the grave, but I have had a comfortable feeling that, however ordinary my enterprises may have b...
I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional gh...
I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest.
The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.