I meet with two soldiers sometimes here in Hell <br />The one, with a tear on the seat of hi red pantaloons <br />Was stuck by a pitchfork, <br />Climbing a wall to steal apples. <br /> <br />The second has a seeming silver helmet, <br />Having died from a fall from his horse on some tram-lines <br />In Dortmund. <br /> <br />These two <br />Meeting in the vaulted and vaporous caverns of Hell <br />Exclaim always in identical tones: <br />‘I at least have done my duty to Society and the Fatherland!’ <br />It is strange how the cliché` prevails... <br />For I will bet my hat that you sent me here to Hell <br />Are saying the selfsame words at this very moment <br />Concerning that exploit of yours.<br /><br />Ford Madox Ford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-exploit-of-yours/
