a crippled comrade that: "Since nowadays of cheer there is a dearth/'Twas smiles or tears, and so he chose the mirth." A hospital orderly reflects on "the jokes that kept us sane," and wonders if: "It may be in peace, when the sufferings cease/We'll be sadder, aye sadder, than now."
from The Guardian: View from the ground
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