And have we done with War at last? <br />Well, we’ve been lucky devils both, <br />And there’s no need of pledge or oath <br />To bind our lovely friendship fast, <br />By firmer stuff <br />Close bound enough. <br /> <br />By wire and wood and stake we’re bound, <br />By Fricourt and by Festubert, <br />By whipping rain, by the sun’s glare, <br />By all the misery and loud sound, <br />By a Spring day, <br />By Picard clay. <br /> <br />Show me the two so closely bound <br />As we, by the red bond of blood, <br />By friendship, blossoming from mud, <br />By Death: we faced him, and we found <br />Beauty in Death, <br />In dead men breath.<br /><br />Robert Graves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-fusiliers/
