a small poem by Kipling, about two soldier, about like this
'we been lucky devils both
and theirs no need for pledge or oath to bind this
lovely friendship fast, we been lucky devils both'
anyone got the full text, and from where please ET
It's Robert Graves:
AND have we done with War at last?
Well, we’ve been lucky devils both,
And there’s no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.
By wire and wood and stake we’re bound,
By Fricourt and by Festubert,
By whipping rain, by the sun’s glare,
By all the misery and loud sound,
By a Spring day,
By Picard clay.
Show me the two so closely bound
As we, by the red bond of blood,
By friendship, blossoming from mud,
By Death: we faced him, and we found
Beauty in Death,
In dead men breath.
why of course it was Graves! Thanks so much for your help ET