To My Brother

by Vera Brittain

Your battle-wounds are scars upon my heart,
    Received when in that grand and tragic
      “show”
You played your part
   Two years ago,

And silver in the summer morning sun
   I see the symbol of your courage glow-
That Cross you won
   Two years ago,

Though now again you watch the shrapnel
      fly,
   And hear the guns that daily louder grow,
As in July
   Two years ago,

May you endure to lead the last advance
   And with your men pursue the flying foe
As once in France
   Two years ago.

 

Your battle-wounds are scars upon my heart
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