"And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although you died back in nineteen sixteen,
In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enclosed and forever behind the glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?"
-- Eric Bogle, "No Man's Land" (aka "The Green Fields of France"), 1976
"I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
Or, young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?"
-- ibid.