When you are standing at your hero’s grave, <br />Or near some homeless village where he died, <br />Remember, through your heart’s rekindling pride, <br />The German soldiers who were loyal and brave. <br /> <br />Men fought like brutes; and hideous things were done; <br />And you have nourished hatred, harsh and blind. <br />But in that Golgotha perhaps you’ll find <br />The mothers of the men who killed your son.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reconciliation-2/
