I came across this WW1 poem and like to think the Anonymous Author of it survived the war and went on to live a full and happy life.
Nameless Warriors in Nameless Graves
Unnamed at times, at time Unknown
Our graves lie thick beyond the seas.
Unnamed but not of Him Unknown
He knows – He knows – He sees
And not one soul has fallen in vain
Here was no useless sacrifice
From this red sowing of white seed
New life it shall arise
All that for which they fought lives on
A flourishes triumphantly
Watered with blood and hopeful tears
They would not let it die
The world was sinking in a trough
Of sloth, and ease and selfish greed.
God surely sent His scourge to mould
A nobler and more honest creed?
Birth comes with travail, all these woes
Are birth pangs of the days to be
Life’s nobler things are ever born
In resolute agony
So – comfort to the stricken heart
Take solace in the thought that
Was called to his last resting place
High Dignity beyond the eternal sea