The Eighth Number of
The Wolverine
An Amateur Free-Lance.
December 1920
The Major
-By Edna Hyde-
Today they brought you home again from France.
They would not let us look upon your face,
But silently and with mute reverence
They left you flag-draped in a shadowed place.
We came and talked about you, sorrowing,
All of us ready to repeat once more
The war-worn tales, recalling, borrowing
Each from the others' little memory store.
And Gleason Said= "Remember how he came
Back to your tent that wretched night at A---,
Dog-tired, dirty, sick, and going lame,
And told us how he couldn't stay away?"
And we remembered then and somehow knew
They brought you back again from France today
Because there was nothing else to do.
The boys were here. You could 'nt keep away.
