Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
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.
And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed.
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