Must say goodbye to all of this!

At 23 and just before he was killed in WWI, Wm. Hodgson wrote:

            “I, that on my familiar hill

             Saw with uncomprehending eyes

            A hundred of Thy sunsets spill

            Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,

            Ere the sun swings his noonday sword

            Must say goodbye to all of this!

            By all delights that I shall miss,

            Help me to die, O Lord.

And an incomprehensible number to young men didn’t die in WWI, this about this too-  58,000 horses bit the mud and dust.  Oh Lord!