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Under our curtain of fire	A
Over the clotted clods	B
We charged to be withered to reel	C
And despairingly wheel	C
When the bugles bade us retire	D
From the terrible odds	B
	-
As we ebbed with the battle tide	E
Fingers of red hot steel	C
Suddenly closed on my side	E
I fell and began to pray	F
I crawled on my hands and lay	F
Where a shallow crater yawned wide	E
Then I swooned	G
	-
When I woke it was yet day	F
Fierce was the pain of my wound	H
But I saw it was death to stir	A
For fifty paces away	F
Their trenches were	A
In torture I prayed for the dark	I
And the stealthy step of my friend	J
Who stanch to the very end	J
Would creep to the danger zone	K
And offer his life as a mark	I
To save my own	K
	-
Night fell I heard his tread	L
Not stealthy but firm and serene	M
As if my comrade's head	L
Were lifted far from that scene	M
Of passion and pain and dread	L
As if my comrade's heart	N
In carnage took no part	N
As if my comrade's feet	O
Were set on some radiant street	O
Such as no darkness might haunt	P
As if my comrade's eyes	B
No deluge of flame could surprise	B
No death and destruction daunt	P
No red beaked bird dismay	F
Nor sight of decay	F
	-
Then in the bursting shells' dim light	Q
I saw he was clad in white	Q
For a moment I thought that I saw the smock	R
Of a shepherd in search of his flock	R
Alert were the enemy too	S
And their bullets flew	S
Straight at a mark no bullet could fail	T
For the seeker was tall and his robe was bright	Q
But he did not flee nor quail	T
Instead with unhurrying stride	E
He came	U
And gathering my tall frame	U
Like a child in his arms	B
	-
I slept	V
And awoke	W
From a blissful dream	X
In a cave by a stream	X
My silent comrade had bound my side	E
No pain now was mine but a wish that I spoke	W
A mastering wish to serve this man	Y
Who had ventured through hell my doom to revoke	W
As only the truest of comrades can	Y
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him	Z
And urgently prayed him	Z
Never to leave me whatever betide	E
When I saw he was hurt	A2
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer	B2
Then as the dark drops gathered there	B2
And fell in the dirt	A2
The wounds of my friend	J
Seemed to me such as no man might bear	B2
Those bullet holes in the patient hands	B
Seemed to transcend	J
All horrors that ever these war drenched lands	B
Had known or would know till the mad world's end	J
Then suddenly I was aware	B2
That his feet had been wounded too	S
And dimming the white of his side	E
A dull stain grew	S
You are hurt White Comrade I cried	E
His words I already foreknew	Y
These are old wounds said he	C2
But of late they have troubled me	C2

Robert Haven Schauffler

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