Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — My Foe
(1916)
“ God! I never killed a man: Now I'll do the best I can. Rip you to the evil heart, Laugh to see the life-blood start. Bah! You swine! I hate you so. Show you mercy? No! . . . and no! . . .There! I've done it. See! He lies Death a-staring from his eyes ”
Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — My Foe
(1916)
“ Here where ruins rock and reel Let us settle, steel to steel! Look! Our houses, how they spit Sparks from brands your friends have lit. See! Our gutters running red, Bright with blood your friends have shed. ”
Robert W. Service,
Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man — My Foe
(1916)
“ How it makes me think of him! He had just such flaxen hair As the lad that's lying there. Just such frank blue eyes were his. . . . God! How horrible war is!I have reason to be gay: There is one less foe to slay. ”
