LINES ON LEAVING A LITTLE TOWN WHERE WE RESTED
We with the war ahead,
You who have held the line,
Laughing, have broken bread
And taken wine.
We cannot speak your tongue,
We cannot fully know
Things hid beneath your smile
Four years ago.
Things which have given us,
Grimly, a common debt,
Now that we take the field,
We won’t forget!
Russell Lord, Corp., F. A.