Today I put aside my troubles and remember the many dead of both World Wars — indeed, of all wars — for their sacrifice.
XXXI
WITH rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
–A.E. Housman