This will be what a recent breakup, a bottle of wine and a book from when you joined the military book club years ago, but just came across this from JK Chesterton of all people. Never knew he did war poetry but there you go: Elegy in a Country Churchyard The men that worked for England They have their graves at home: And birds and bees of England About the cross can roam. But they that fought for England, Following a falling star, Alas, alas for England They have their graves afar. And they that rule in England, In stately conclave met, Alas, alas for England They have no graves as yet. And of course the old Kipling classics: COMMON FORM If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied. AN ONLY SON I have slain none except my Mother. She (Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.