'H. G.' Poem by A. P. Herbert

Four years! And still you do not shirk
The weary round of watch and work.
Four years! And still from bank or bench
You run to Tommy-gun and trench.
Four years! And still, when others pause,
You give your Sundays to the Cause.
To-day you wait the final fray;
We wish you 'No returns' to-day:
But may the spirit, may the flame,
Live on for ever, with your fame-
The greatest army mustered yet
That never asked what it would get.
May 14, 1944