Letters Blogatory Remembers
Posted on November 11, 2018
Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary;
Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there,
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
This Veterans’ Day, Letters Blogatory remembers the brave American and Allied soldiers and sailors who fought and died in the First World War, which ended 100 years ago today. I especially remember Sgt. Sanford Folkman, who enlisted with the Ohio National Guard when the United States entered the war, who served at Lys and the Meuse-Argonne and who survived the war and was honorably discharged.