or what it meant--
The shrieking and the whistling and the stink
He'd lived in
fourteen
days and nights.
War Poetry - 1914-17
... Where the butter went,
God only knew!...
And Dick.... He dared not think
Of what had come to Dick....
or what it meant--
The shrieking and the whistling and the stink
He'd lived in
fourteen
days and nights.
'T was luck
That he still lived.... And queer how little then
He seemed to care that Dick.... perhaps 't was pluck
That hardened him--a man among the men--
Perhaps.... Yet, only think things out a bit,
And he was rabbit-livered, blue with funk!
And he'd liked Dick ..
