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The Man He Killed by Thomas Harding
�Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipper kin!
�But, ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me
And killed him in his place
�I shot him dead because -
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That�s clear enough; although
�He thought he�d �list, perhaps,
Off-hand like - just as I -
Was out of work - had sold his traps -
No other reason why.
�Yes, quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You�d treat if met where any bar is
Or help to half-a-crown.�
