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At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye.
He had half a mind to scold her.
An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder.
He had forgotten mother and fame,
His mind in a blood-mist floated,
But when reeling back from carnage they came,
One told him: "You are promoted!"His friend smiled up from the wet red sand,
The look was afar, eternal,
But he tried to salute with his shattered hand: "Room now for another colonel!" Again he raged in that lurid hell Where the country he loved had thrown him. "You are promoted!" shrieked a shell.
His mother would not have known him.
Katharine Lee Bates
Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although
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