{"id":483,"date":"2010-05-31T12:38:23","date_gmt":"2010-05-31T16:38:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/?p=483"},"modified":"2010-05-31T12:38:23","modified_gmt":"2010-05-31T16:38:23","slug":"memorial-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/?p=483","title":{"rendered":"Memorial Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
Michael<\/a>, by Robert Service<\/a><\/p>\n “There’s something in your face, Michael, I’ve seen it all the day; “It’s just the Army life, mother, the drill, the left and right, <\/p>\n “There’s something in your eyes, Michael, an’ how they stare and stare– “It’s just the things I’ve seen, mother, the sights that come and come, “There’s something on your heart, Michael, that makes ye wake at night, “It’s just a man I killed, mother, a mother’s son like me; “But maybe he was bad, Michael, maybe it was right “I did not hate at all, mother; he never did me harm; “And what’s it all about, Michael; why did you have to go, “It’s thim that’s up above, mother, it’s thim that sits an’ rules; “And what will be the end, Michael, and what’s the use, I say, “Oh, it will be the end, mother, when lads like him and me, “And when will that day come, Michael, and when will fightin’ cease, “It’s coming soon and soon, mother, it’s nearer every day, Michael, by Robert Service “There’s something in your face, Michael, I’ve seen it all the day; There’s something quare that wasn’t there when first ye wint away. . . .” “It’s just the Army life, mother, the drill, the left and right, That puts the stiffinin’ in yer spine and locks yer jaw up tight. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/483","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=483"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/483\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":484,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/483\/revisions\/484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.peoplevstate.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThere’s something quare that wasn’t there when first ye wint away. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nThat puts the stiffinin’ in yer spine and locks yer jaw up tight. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nYou’re lookin’ at me now, me boy, as if I wasn’t there. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nA bit o’ broken, bloody pulp that used to be a chum. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nAnd often when I hear ye moan, I trimble in me fright. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nIt seems he’s always hauntin’ me, he’ll never let me be. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nTo kill the inimy you hate in fair and honest fight. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nI think he was a lad like me, who worked upon a farm. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nA quiet, peaceful lad like you, and we were happy so? . . .”<\/p>\n
\nWe’ve got to fight the wars they make, it’s us as are the fools. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nOf fightin’ if whoever wins it’s us that’s got to pay? . . .”<\/p>\n
\nThat sweat to feed the ones above, decide that we’ll be free. . . .”<\/p>\n
\nAnd simple folks may till their soil and live and love in peace? . . .”<\/p>\n
\nWhen only men who work and sweat will have a word to say;
\nWhen all who earn their honest bread in every land and soil
\nWill claim the Brotherhood of Man, the Comradeship of Toil;
\nWhen we, the Workers, all demand: ‘What are we fighting for?’ . . .
\nThen, then we’ll end that stupid crime, that devil’s madness–War.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"