And have we done with War at last?
Well, we’ve been lucky devils both,
And there’s no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.
By wire and wood and stake we’re bound,
By Fricourt and by Festubert,
By whipping rain, by the sun’s glare,
By all the misery and loud sound,
By a Spring day,
By Picard clay.
Show me the two so closely bound
As we, by the red bond of blood,
By friendship, blossoming from mud,
By Death: we faced him, and we found
Beauty in Death,
In dead men breath.
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'By friendship, blossoming from mud',
Two soldiers congratulating themselves for surviving the war. Friendship cemented by the common dangers, feeling so much more alive for having witnessed the deaths of so many other men.
It has been suggested that these 2 men were Graves and Seigfried Sassoon who were good friends throughout the war years.
Von
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