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 […]

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 […]

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 […]