Dogs were critial to the armed forces in World War I and to the rescue efforts of the International Red Cross. Photo from Wikipedia.

Readers will recall I challenged my son Joseph Kitchens III to write a poem about the First World War as we were in the midst of observing the 100th anniversary of that war. Joseph surprised me by submitting many such poems. They are short, ironic and grim, reminding us of the nature of all wars and that the price of war is paid by individual human beings.

A Hero’s Return
His forearms were long prosthetic crutches,
Never of any use for feeling anything of touches,
His legs were simply pegs,
Of less use at walking than two beer kegs,
He was mostly blind, for he’d been gassed,
And when he got off the train, at last,
His friends didn’t recognize him.

The Fumbled Pass
.Private Weems had daft bloody football dreams,
When they tried out for the division teams,
But fumbling his pass, he rained on the grass,
For a mine made of him a gelatinous mass.

Sgt. Pepper
Who here remembers Sgt. Pepper?
He was a lovely old bloodhound,
1 bark if by air, 2 barks if by sea
He stepped on a land mine
It blew him in 3.