It sure was fine to be a soldier for a year. <br />But it is finer to feel free again. <br />There was enough of depravity and pain <br />In these merciless human mills. <br />Sergeants, Barrack walls, farewell. <br />Farewell canteens, marching songs. <br />Lighthearted, I leave the city and capitol. <br />Kuno is leaving, Kuno is never coming back. <br />Now, fate, drive me where you will. <br />I am not tugging on my jacket from now on. <br />I lift my eyes into the world. <br />A wind is starting up. Locomotives roar.<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-132/
