"WHAT ABOUT THE MOSSES?"

Evening Star, Issue 17154, 22 September 1919, Page 8

"WHAT ABOUT THE MOSSES?"

We had sought the sweet seclusion of an oki estaaiinot, And the wine cup circulated in the old familiar way ; We had fed our hearts on memories, and talked, as soldiers will, Of the comrades ‘‘pushing daisies” on a barren, shell-marked hill. But one Western boy was silent.—neve: - . lifted up his head Till resentment seemed to stir him, end ho raised his eyes and said: “ But what about the bosses hi the roll cal) of the dead? Are they mentioned in the losses— Has a single word been said; Is there any single token of their agony unspoken— Have they any wooden crosses In the valleys where they bled?” Our thoughts flew back like lightning, and across the brimming cup, Wo tiaw the beasts of burden bringing ammunition up— The endisas line of transport winding up across the hill, And the starving and the dying on the fields at Auberville— The misery, the fortitude of 4bow that had been ga-swd. And eyes of silent sorrow, pleading patience as they pa-s-ied. Ay. “ What about the horses?” On the blazoned scroll of Fame— Th-s pulling, hauling horses, Anii the bi'oken, blind, and lama. Giving every ounoe of power, to the gasping, dying hour — Where’s the martyr in the forces TTuyed a bettor, braver game?—William V. V'. .Stephens (11th Engineers, TJ.S.A..), in ’New York Times.’