IN THE PINK.

Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 48, 24 February 1917, Page 16

IN THE PINK.

So. Davies wrote : "This leaves me in tho pink" . Then scrawled his name, "your loving sweetheart, Willie;" With crosses for a hug: He'd had a drink Of rum and tea; and though tho barn ■ . was chilly, .■'-'••■■■ His blood for once ran. warm; he had pay to spend. ■ ■"'-".- Winter was passing; soon the year would , mend. , . • , He couldn't sleep that night. Stiff in the "'' dark,' ■' ■ '- k He groaned, and thought of' Sundays at ■ ' the farm, ■ ;•• • When he'd go out os cheerful as a lark In his beet 6uit to wander" arm in arm With- brown-eyed Gwen, and whisper in ,• _ her oa.r _ ■ . .'■ The simple, silly things she liked to hear. And then ho thought: "To-morrow night we trudge ..' ■ Up to the trenches, and my boots are _: rotten.". . : ■ Five miles of stodgy day and freezing . sludge, _. -. . ' And everything but wretchedness forgotten. ... : To-night he's.in tho pink; but soon ho'll 1 die; And still'tho war goes on; he don't know why. .... • ■'■••• '. • —Siegfried Sassoon. The Nation.