Turns orange brown.”
And it has for its refrain
“But you—at least—are out of it.”
It goes on to tell of the officers who fell, and repeats the reflection which we all have when we gaze on the dead at the end of an attack and know that we ourselves have escaped:
“One wonders why you died.”
And then,
“We never talked of glory,
And each thought a lot of one girl
And waited most days for hours in the rain
Till she came: