Lost In The Swamp And Welter Of The Pit, He Flounders Off The Duck-Boards; Only He Knows Each Flash, And Spouting Crash, - Each Instant Lit When Gloom Reveals The Streaming Rain. He Goes Heavily, Blindly On. And, While He Blunders, "Could Anything Be Worse Than This!" - He Wonders, Remembering How He Saw Those Germans Run, Screaming For Mercy Among The Stumps Of Trees: Green-Faced, They Dodged And Darted: There Was One Livid With Terror, Clutching At His Knees... Our Chaps Were Sticking 'Em Like Pigs... "O Hell!" He Thought - "There'S Things In War One Dare Not Tell Poor Father Sitting Safe At Home, Who Reads Of Dying Heroes And Their Deathless Deeds."