He ,wounded, lay in no man's land
fearful to crawl fro or back.
He'd wait for darkness to try his luck
and hoped the Huns would not attack.
Something was needed to pass the time
He reached his hand into his sack
Aeschylus, in the original Greek,
He read with pleasure
until night turned black
In the Attic tongue he was well honed
and so he never felt alone.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 10:46 PM UTC
He ,wounded, lay in no man's land
fearful to crawl fro or back.
He'd wait for darkness to try his luck
and hoped the Huns would not attack.
Something was needed to pass the time
He reached his hand into his sack
Aeschylus, in the original Greek,
He read with pleasure
until night turned black
In the Attic tongue he was well honed
and so he never felt alone.
Aeschylus was among the first to state that in war truth is the first casualty. This incident happened to an English aristocrat in WW1 (Not Churchill) but a man who later held high office. the name escapes me but i was always intrigued that someone would do this on a battlefield
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