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Eighth Air Force

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If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a can
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving   
Whistles O Paradiso!—shall I say that man   
Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?

The other murderers troop in yawning;   
Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one   
Lies counting missions, lies there sweating   
Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.
O murderers! ... Still, this is how it’s done:

This is a war.... But since these play, before they die,   
Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man,
I did as these have done, but did not die—
I will content the people as I can
And give up these to them: Behold the man!

I have suffered, in a dream, because of him,   
Many things; for this last saviour, man,
I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying?
Men wash their hands, in blood, as best they can:   
I find no fault in this just man.

Randall Jarrell, “Eighth Air Force” from The Complete Poems. Copyright © 1969, renewed 1997 by Mary von S. Jarrell. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, www.fsgbooks.com. All rights reserved. Caution: Users are warned that this work is protected under copyright laws and downloading is strictly prohibited. The right to reproduce or transfer the work via any medium must be secured with Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.
Source: The Complete Poems (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 2001)
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