I did not lose my heart in summer's even when Roses to the moonrise burst apart When plumes were under heel and lead was flying In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart. I lost it to a soldier and a foeman, A chap that did not kill me, though he tried. That took the sabre straight and took it striking And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died. Back to Table of Contents -- Wargamer's Newsletter # 117 To Wargamer's Newsletter List of Issues To MagWeb Master Magazine List © Copyright 1971 by Donald Featherstone. This article appears in MagWeb.com (Magazine Web) on the Internet World Wide Web. Other articles from military history and related magazines are available at http://www.magweb.com