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The Iron Youth. These teachers always carry their feelings ready in their waistcoat pockets,. and. trot. them. out. by the hour. “Won’t you join up Comrades?”. No one had the. Vaguest. Idea what we were in for. We had to recognize that. our.
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These teachers always carry their feelings ready in their waistcoat pockets, and trot them out by the hour “Won’t you join up Comrades?”
No one had the Vaguest Idea what we were in for. We had to recognize that our generation was more to be trusted than theirs
We are none of us more than twenty years old… …And we saw that there was nothing of their world left
The war has us for everything RUINED
We are forlorn like children And experienced like old men I believe we are lost
We are not youth any longer To play cards To swear And to Fight Not much for twenty years; And yet Too much for twenty years
We believe in war Our humor becomes more bitter each month. Soldier with the big boots and shut heart And if anyone were to caress him he would hardly understand…
You are home, You are home But a sense of strangeness will not leave me. I am a soldier I am little more than a child. The thought leaps up with a terrible throttling fear; You are lost
I am young I am twenty years old, Yet I know nothing of life but: Despair Death Fear And fatuous superficiality
Out of twenty, seven are dead four wounded one in a mad house - _________________ Eight
WE ARE THE IRON YOUTH Youth?… That was long ago. We are old folk We are lost.