'In July 1917 we set foot for the second time on what we regarded as sacred soil. Were not our best comrades at rest here?- some of them little more than boys--the soldiers who had rushed into death for their country's sake, their eyes glowing with enthusiastic love.'
Wagner's Valkyrie wing brushes
The country-boy who rushes
Jewmerica's machine gun nest
For his Courage, Love fuels
His eyes blaze like jewels
A German heart to attest
Tho' his death throes are cruel
Eyes scorched by eyes' jewel
A weeping Valkyrie flies alone
Let his Mutti take him home.
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