And never shall be as we were again?
To those of us who played the game out there,
And saw brave men who failed to win lose all
Where Fate was dealer, Life and Death the stake,
Shall other games forevermore seem small?
’Tis true that home is dear and love is sweet,
And pleasant are our friends to be among,
Yet, something lacks to us from No Man’s Land—
Is it that no one here can speak our tongue?
We cannot tell them what befell us there,