Georg was an afterthought Of a short metal round. Which Pierced him in the ear, Beside his holy crown. “What luck,” he thought as the Blood ran thick. “Only half Of this war I will hear— Only half will exist.” He stood half in the dark Hearing only one side Of the war. He heard the Cries of his enemy. The tongue seemed forlorn, But the message was one: Befallen was no country, No province had been won, Not a yard would be gained, For war is deaf, blind, and dumb.