believe me good will come

Gethsemane
1914-18 

The Garden called Gethsemane
    In Picardy it was,
And there the people came to see
    The English soldiers pass,
We used to pass — we used to pass
    Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
    Beyond Gethsemane.

The Garden called Gethsemane,
    It held a pretty lass,
But all the time she talked to me
    I prayed my cup might pass.
The officer sat on the chair,
    The men lay on the grass,
And all the time we halted there
    I prayed my cup might pass.

It didn’t pass — it didn’t pass —
    It didn’t pass from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
    Beyond Gethsemane.

- Rudyard Kipling

Common Form 

If any question why we died,
Tell them, because our fathers lied.

- Rudyard Kipling, Epitaphs of the War

Kipling’s only son, John, died in WWI, just six weeks after his eighteenth birthday. Kipling had used his influence to get his son a commission in the Irish Guards, as John was short-sighted and would have failed his medical.