A story is told about a young soldier in a trench with his sergeant. mortars rained down death. giant starshells burst into the night sky. the two huddle in one another’s arms as the young soldier says, “sergeant, i just s— my pants!” the sergeant replies back in fear, “so did i. so did i! welcome to the war!” whether true or not we still turn up our noses up at the french but we can’t deny the conviction alan seeger had to live life and find death on his terms and on his terms alone.
seeger was one of the first americans in the early part of the last century to chase a war. i first discovered his poem in a book on world war i and then was reminded of it after seeing the lost battalion, starring the hollywood actor ricky schroeder, with some of my close friends. a decent movie. world war i was a war where so many poets, philosophers, writers, educators and learned-men perished. it was also a war where bi-planes, submarines and tanks were used for the first time. for any young man it was a time of wonder but a time of horror. television was yet to be created. many homes existed without electricity and most read literature by candle-light. this was a time of dreaming for many young men. by the thousands they caught a fever for battle and ran off to war but instead discovered terror to takes it’s place. despite the costs have young men today stopped dreaming? do they fear too much? #poetry i have a rendezvous with death
at some disputed barricade,
when spring comes back with rustling shade
and apple-blossoms fill the air—
article on the great alan seeger is up on spotter up. (1881-1916) #legend#foreignlegion#french#soldier#seeger#peteseeger#alanseeger#poet#ww1#destiny#legionentrangere