The War Prayer

by Mark Twain It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of …

Chaplain to the Forces

[“I have once more to remark upon the devotion ot duty, courage, and contempt of danger which has characterized the work of the Chaplains of the Army throughout this compaign.” — Sir John French, in the Nueve Chapelle dispatch.] Ambassador of Christ you goUp to the very gates of Hell,Through fog of powder, storm of shell,To speak your Master’s message: …

In Flanders Fields

                          In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved, and were loved, and now we …

Poem: The Dawn Patrol

Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea,Where, underneath, the restless waters flow —Silver, and cold, and slow,Dim in the east there burns a new-born sun,Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,Save where the mist droops low,Hiding the level loneliness from me. And now appears beneath the milk-white hazeA little fleet of anchored ships, which lieIn clustered company,And seem as …