“Johnnie Jones!” and a silence fell
This time no answer followed the call;
Only his brother saw him fall,
Killed or wounded, he could not tell.
There they stood in the morning light
On July the fifth, the present year,
And the roll was read in accents clear
By the senior Jones, who was ghastly white.
“Charley Jones!” at the call there came
Two ambulance men and some doleful groans