Army Mom’s Safe Haven


Sergeant - WWI


When first I saw you in the curious street,
like some platoon of soldier-ghosts in gray,
my mad impulse was all to smite and slay,
to spit upon you - tread you 'neath my feet.
But when I saw how each sad soul did greet
my gaze with no sign of defiant frown,
how from tired eyes looked broken spirits down,
how each face showed the pale flag of defeat,
and doubt, despair and disillusionment,
and how were grievous wounds of many a head,
and on your garb red-faced, was other red;
and how you stooped as men whose strength was spent,
I knew that we had suffered each as other,
and could have grasped your hand and cried,
"My brother!"

Sgt Joseph Lee - WWI