Your battle-wounds are scars upon my heart,
Received when in that grand and tragic 'show'
You played your part,
Two years ago,
And silver in the summer morning sun
I see the symbol of your courage glow --
That Cross you won
Two years ago.
Though now again you watch the shrapnel fly,
And hear the guns that daily louder grow,
As in July
Two years ago.
May you endure to lead the Last Advance
And with your men pursue the flying foe
As once in France
Two years ago.
Notes
Captain E h Brittain MC killed in action in the Austrian offensive on the Italian front,
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From guest Mary Baldwin (contact)
this is such a deep and personal poem which i feel all of us can relate to. -
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From guest Steven Ingle (contact)
I am a Vietnam veteran and have read other works by Vera Brittain. She has in the past and still reflects the essence of this soldier's heart.
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