Rupert Brooke, "The Soldier."
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/13076/the-soldier

Laurence Binyon, "For the Fallen."
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57322/for-the-fallen

Wilfred Owen, "Dulce et Decorum Est."
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

John McCrae, "In Flanders Field."
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47380/in-flanders-fields //

War sometimes brings out the worst in us. But sometimes it brings out the best, as well. Sometimes it inspires. The four poems here were inspired by war, and more to the point, they were inspired by the misery of war and the sacrifices men make in war. That makes them, on this Memorial Day, worth consideration. And as we read, we should remember our own, the men and women who fell serving our great republic, and those who paid the price in other ways as well. And, we should remember those who serve the colors today, who face this daunting prospect with each new day.

And we must remember, again, George Santayana's caution: Only the dead have seen the end of war. On this day of all days, we should remember that, as well. //

7againstthebes
9 hours ago
This one is a bit more stark.

A gut catcher

Have you ever seen
A gut catcher?
Perhaps not
If you never had to use one.
There is no patent on them.
They're make shift
Depending upon time
And place.
I've seen ponchos used
And a pack
And a canteen cover
Or your hands.
You catch the guts of your buddy
As they spill out of his body
And try to stuff them back in
But they keep sliding out.
For a face blown in
For an eye blown out
For an arm blown off
For a body blown open
.........a gut catcher.

—Stan Platke
4th Infantry '68-69