by Thomas Hardy
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
I shot him dead because -
Because he was my foe,
Just so my foe he was of course,
That's clear enough, although
He thought he'd 'list perhaps'
Off-hand like - just as I -
Was out of work - had sold his traps -
No other reason why.
Yes, quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat, if met where any bar is,
Or help to half a crown.
Robin's Nest 