I found him in the guard-room at the Base. 
From the blind darkness I had heard his crying 
And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face 
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying 
To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.
And, all because his brother had gone west, 
Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief 
Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling 
Half-naked on the floor. In my belief 
Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.