At The Crowded Gangway They Kissed Good-Bye. He Had Half A Mind To Scold Her. An Officer'S Mother And Not Keep Dry The Epaulet On His Shoulder. He Had Forgotten Mother And Fame, His Mind In A Blood-Mist Floated, But When Reeling Back From Carnage They Came, One Told Him: "You Are Promoted!" His Friend Smiled Up From The Wet Red Sand, The Look Was Afar, Eternal, But He Tried To Salute With His Shattered Hand: "Room Now For Another Colonel!" Again He Raged In That Lurid Hell Where The Country He Loved Had Thrown Him. "You Are Promoted!" Shrieked A Shell. His Mother Would Not Have Known Him.