Epitaphs of the Great War
By It’s been a bad year for World War I veterans. A few months ago I stumbled across one of those articles that make Wikipedia such an amazing resource, listing the survivors of the Great War. There were seven at the time, but with the death of Harry Patch, the last surviving British soldier, that number is down to three.
This is an ignorant question, but at the time of the war were Canadians British subjects? I’m wondering if Jack Babcock is still in the running for a Westminster Abbey funeral.
THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER
I HEARD the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
‘All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.’
Yeats