Margaret Postgate Cole's The Veteran - Poem for Armistice Day

The Veteran (1916)

We came upon him sitting in the sun
Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence
There came young soldiers from the Hand and Flower,
Asking advice of his experience. 

And he said this, and that, and told them tales,
And all the nightmares of each empty head
Blew into air; then, hearing us beside,
"Poor chaps, how'd they know what it's like?" he said. 

And we stood there, and watched him as he sat,
Turning his sockets where they went away,
Until it came to one of us to ask 

"And you're-how old?"
"Nineteen, the third of May." 

Margaret Postgate Cole