So you were David’s father,
And he was your only son,
And the new-cut peats are rotting
And the work is left undone,
Because of an old man weeping,
Just an old man in pain,
For David, his son David,
That will not come again.
Written by a platoon commander in 1916, as described and reprinted in the conclusion of Niall Ferguson’s book The Pity of War (p. 438). The third and fourth lines of this poem are the things I remember best from studying for my comprehensive exams.
Happy Veteran’s Day, and thanks.
Happy Armistice Day and Remembrance Day.
Grief and mourning for Fort Hood.