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 "Left, right! Press on your butts!" They looked at me Reproachful; how I longed to set them free! I gave them lectures on Defence, Attack;
 * They fidgeted and shuffled, yawned and sighed.

And boggled at my questions. Joy was slack.
 * And Wisdom gnawed his fingers, gloomy-eyed.

Young Fancy—how I loved him all the while— Stared at his note-book with a rueful smile.

Their training done, I shipped them all to France.
 * Where most of those I'd loved too well got killed.

Rapture and pale Enchantment and Romance,
 * And many a sickly, slender lord who'd filled

My soul long since with lutanies of sin, Went home, because they couldn't stand the din. But the kind, common ones that I despised,
 * (Hardly a man of them I'd count as friend),

What stubborn-hearted virtues they disguised!
 * They stood and played the hero to the end,

Won gold and silver medals bright with bars. And marched resplendent home with crowns and stars. This book (in consequence almost wholly of these bitter poems) enjoyed a remarkable success with the soldiers fighting in France. One met it everywhere. "Hello, you know Siegfried Sassoon then, do you? Well, tell him from me that the more he lays it on thick to those who don't realize the war the better. That's the stuff we want. We're fed up with the old men's death-or-glory stunt." In 1918 appeared ' Countermans' Attack ': here there is hardly a trace of the 'paradise'