A DEAD BOCHE
To you who’d read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I’ll say (you’ve heard it said before)
”War’s Hell!” and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:
Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.
Robert Graves

neilemac
Can only imagine how many recent similar sites are witnessed in the 'perpetual war for perpetual peace' unfolding seemingly everywhere around the globe.

And upon returning home, soldiers become neglected and relegated to living in the street if one of the lucky to survive the hideous horrors of war. Discarded pawns in the neocon game of their 'war on terror.'
Didn't know that 'boche' was an offensive term for a person of German descent
Am not sure what to think ...now.