The poem
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy petulant face, Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, Reading the Roll of Honour. "Poor young chap," I'd say -- "I used to know his father well; Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap." And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die -- in bed.
I have to analyse this poem for my english poetry coursework. Anyways I just wanted to be the first to comment on this thing :P
base details
this poem is a great one.
although ,as we know ,the poet thought it was great to fight for his country ,he discover how fake that glory is in the bottlefield and people in the higher positions make us and take advantages on the others pain "first line soldiers" and treat them as unkown things!