Re-posting for Anzac Day.

thecatsamuel posted this last Remembrance Day, and I posted it a few days later. Today being Anzac Day I remembered it and thought I'd post it again. It's not by an Australian or a Kiwi, but it is by a young WW1 soldier who had been a classics scholar, Patrick Shaw-Stewart. He was killed in France in 1917. I really like it, and I think that considering Gallipoli's probably proximity to the ancient city of Troy it's appropriate.



I saw a man this morning
Who did not wish to die
I ask, and cannot answer,
If otherwise wish I.

Fair broke the day this morning
Against the Dardanelles ;
The breeze blew soft, the morn's cheeks
Were cold as cold sea-shells

But other shells are waiting
Across the Aegean sea,
Shrapnel and high explosive,
Shells and hells for me.

O hell of ships and cities,
Hell of men like me,
Fatal second Helen,
Why must I follow thee ?

Achilles came to Troyland
And I to Chersonese :
He turned from wrath to battle,
And I from three days' peace.

Was it so hard, Achilles,
So very hard to die ?
Thou knewest and I know not-
So much the happier I.

I will go back this morning
From Imbros over the sea ;
Stand in the trench, Achilles,
Flame-capped, and shout for me.