BOOK ONE
Embarkation

The gorse upon the twilit down,
The English loan so sunset brown,
The bowed pines and the sheep-bells' clamour,
The wet, lit lane and the yellow-hammer,
The orchard and the chaffinch song
Only to the Brave belong.
And he shall lose their joy for aye
If their price he cannot pay.
Who shal find them dearer far
Enriched by blood after long war

Robert Nichols, 'At the Wars'

BOOK TWO
At The Front

The green and grey and purple day is barred with clouds of dun
From Ypres city smouldering before the setting sun.
Another hour will see it flower, lamentable sight,
A bush of burning roses underneath the night.

Charles Scott-Moncrieff, 'Domum'

BOOK THREE
In Action

My share of fourscore years and ten
I'll gladly yield to any man,
And take no thought of 'where' or 'when',
Contented with my shorter span,
For I have learned what love may be,
And found a heart that understands,
And known a comrade's constancy,
And felt the grip of friendly hands.

Richard Molesworth Dennys, 'Better Far To Pass Away'