For those of you who enjoy my writing, and who enjoy fiction, an online literary magazine, Typishly, has accepted a short story of mine about a real-life person who encompassed the highest of highs and the lowest of lows within his lifetime. The link is here:
The title comes from a poem by A.E. Housman, the poet best known today for his cycle of poems, A Shropshire Lad. Houseman did not actually serve in World War one (he would have been too old for service), but he is sometimes included in anthologies of the so-called “War Poets,” a title normally given to such luminaries as Rupert Brooke, Alan Seeger, Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, and too many others, far too many, who wrote some of the greatest verse of all time as they died–most of them–in the trenches. What makes Housman stand out is that he is included, as far as I know, on the strength of a single poem which consists, in its entirety, of the following four lines:
Here Dead We Lie
Here dead we lie because we did not choose
To live and shame the land from which we sprung.
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose;
But young men think it is, and we were young.
And that is one of the most concisely accurate summations of war ever written.
If you like the story, please email the editor (https://typishly.com/contact) and let him know. He and I will both appreciate it.