{"id":30152,"date":"2025-11-10T00:38:19","date_gmt":"2025-11-10T00:38:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/?p=30152"},"modified":"2025-11-10T00:44:00","modified_gmt":"2025-11-10T00:44:00","slug":"killed-on-the-somme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2025\/11\/10\/killed-on-the-somme\/","title":{"rendered":"Killed on the Somme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I who, conceived beneath another star,&nbsp;<br>Had been a prince and played with life, instead&nbsp;<br>Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far&nbsp;<br>From the fair things my faith has merited.&nbsp;<br>My ways have been the ways that wanderers tread&nbsp;<br>And those that make romance of poverty\u2014&nbsp;<br>Soldier, I shared the soldier\u2019s board and bed,&nbsp;<br>And Joy has been a thing more oft to me&nbsp;<br>Whispered by summer wind and summer sea&nbsp;<br>Than known incarnate in the hours it lies&nbsp;<br>All warm against our hearts and laughs into our eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I know not if in risking my best days&nbsp;<br>I shall leave utterly behind me here&nbsp;<br>This dream that lightened me through lonesome ways&nbsp;<br>And that no disappointment made less dear;&nbsp;<br>Sometimes I think that, where the hilltops rear&nbsp;<br>Their white entrenchments back of tangled wire,&nbsp;<br>Behind the mist Death only can make clear,&nbsp;<br>There, like Brunhilde ringed with flaming fire,&nbsp;<br>Lies what shall ease my heart\u2019s immense desire:&nbsp;<br>There, where beyond the horror and the pain&nbsp;<br>Only the brave shall pass, only the strong attain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Truth or delusion, be it as it may,&nbsp;<br>Yet think it true, dear friends, for, thinking so,&nbsp;<br>That thought shall nerve our sinews on the day&nbsp;<br>When to the last assault our bugles blow:&nbsp;<br>Reckless of pain and peril we shall go,&nbsp;<br>Heads high and hearts aflame and bayonets bare,&nbsp;<br>And we shall brave eternity as though&nbsp;<br>Eyes looked on us in which we would seem fair\u2014&nbsp;<br>One waited in whose presence we would wear,&nbsp;<br>Even as a lover who would be well-seen,&nbsp;<br>Our manhood faultless and our honour clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mandy <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Here is the poem you asked me about &#8211; it was called Liebestod (which means love-death in German)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was written by a chap named Alan Seeger who was born in New York in 1888 and after living a bohemian life in Paris enlisted in the French Foreign Legion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Seeger and forty other Americans who joined at about the same time were killed on the Somme on the fourth of July 1916 when six German machine guns enfiladed them <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Their deaths made headline news in many American newspapers <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thank you for enquiring about my health I can assure you that my injury is totally fixed now <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We left Ibiza a few days ago where I was convalescing <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Everything is okay and ship shape apart from an odd mutiny from Josie <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We have vague but firming up plans to sail around the Med as so far in our great adventure a great deal of misfortune has befallen us with both Mummy and I managing to break something <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We will be in what is left of the UK for Christmas and I hope to drop in to see you  over the festive period <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Look after yourself and good luck with the book <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Joe x <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I who, conceived beneath another star,&nbsp;Had been a prince and played with life, instead&nbsp;Have been its slave, an outcast exiled far&nbsp;From the fair things my faith has merited.&nbsp;My ways have been the ways that wanderers tread&nbsp;And those that make romance of poverty\u2014&nbsp;Soldier, I shared the soldier\u2019s board and bed,&nbsp;And Joy has been a thing more [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30152"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30152"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30152\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30157,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30152\/revisions\/30157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30152"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30152"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30152"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}