Known Unto God Poem by Alastair Buchan

Two soldiers of The Great War rest
In their dugout, shattered after
Fights they fought at God's behest.
Underground there is no laughter.
Silence fills the cow'ring earth,
Long since shells have ceased to wail
In craters under tended turf.
It's not for them to tell the tale
Of when they heard the whistles blow
And walked into the Maxim's jaws
‘Cross land where now the corn-rows grow,
For King and Country. For a cause
That took their names and so ensured
They liveth not forevermore.