["Is it sweet and fitting
to die for one's country?"]
On the field of battle, a soldier lay dead
With dead thoughts buzzing around him.
He mused - how should his thoughts should be known
When (if ever) somebody found him?
“Not for love of home and kin,
Not for some personal glory
Did I take the path that has led me here,
To this final end to my story.
The time is now to tell all of the truth:
Be it known to any who find me:
I was less afraid of the foe in front
Than I was of the Sergeant behind me ….”
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