Out of the mists they stumble through.
R. R. Kirk, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.
THEN WE’LL COME BACK TO YOU
Some day, when screaming shells are but a dream
That vanished with the dawn of better days,
When Love and Faith are really what they seem,
And Treachery is lost in fleeting haze;
When each sweet day recalls a noble deed,
Wherein a blinding flash plays not a part,
And Truth at last has sown the godly seed