Bored with the war, Sir? Weary and worn and old? <br />May be. But be thankful you spend your nights in a bed: <br />You do not wake in a slit-trench, sodden and cold, <br />Or keep a watch in the wind, with the Huns ahead. <br /> <br />Bored with the war. Sir? Can such a sigh be heard <br />While Germans still are singing the same old strain, <br />And our young boys arc dying without a word? <br />Bored with the war, Sir? No—you must think again. <br />November 12, 1944<br /><br />A. P. Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bored-59/
