After the Armistice the First Army School was transformed into an education institution to equip officers for return to the Universities. <br /> <br />At last I ween the fateful day has come <br />when Halls of Learning I no longer tread, <br />no longer shall I hear the morning drum <br />or leap reluctant from a flea-bag bed; <br />no longer hear Bill Bailey bellow 'shun'! <br />or see fair Fanny make his great salute <br />or curse the remnant of that breakfast egg <br />upon the lips of some poor 'second loot'. <br />No more shall I admire the old brown jug <br />immortalised by Harley, loved by all, <br />no more shall I endure the work-room 'fug' <br />or freeze in silence in the lecture-hall. <br /> <br />O shades of many a dear dead yesterday! <br />may you remain hard by me when I go <br />to shed my garb of khaki and of war <br />far from the ancient Chateau Hardelot <br /> <br />Chateau Hardelot 1 January 1919<br /><br />William Richard Torvaney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-leaving-hardelot/
