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A Casualty
That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay
Oh, I’ve thought and I’ve thought of him all the day.
For the weary old doctor says to me:
“He’ll only last for an hour or so.
Both of his legs below the knee
Blown off by a bomb. . . . So, lad, go slow,
And please remember, he doesn’t know.”
So I tried to drive with never a jar;
And there was I cursing the road like mad,
When I hears a ghost of a voice from the car:
“Tell me, old chap, have I ‘copped it’ bad?”
So I answers “No,” and he says, “I’m glad.”
“Glad,” says he, “for at twenty-two
Life’s so splendid, I hate to go.
There’s so much good that a chap might do,
And I’ve fought from the start and I’ve suffered so.
‘Twould be hard to get knocked out now, you know.”
“Forget it,” says I; then I drove awhile,
And I passed him a cheery word or two;
But he didn’t answer for many a mile,
So just as the hospital hove in view,
Says I: “Is there nothing that I can do?”
Then he opens his eyes and he smiles at me;
And he takes my hand in his trembling hold;
“Thank you you’re far too kind,” says he:
“I’m awfully comfy stay. . . let’s see:
I fancy my blanket’s come unrolled
My feet, please wrap ’em they’re cold. . . they’re cold.”
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