ABSTRACT
We meet ’neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare: As they shout back our peals of laughter, It seems that the dead are there. Then stand to your glasses, steady! We drink in our comrades’ eyes: One cup to the dead already – Hurrah, for the next that dies! from ‘Here’s To The Next ManTo Die’, a song heard around Allied air bases during the Second World War
