Gould, Mona. “This Was My Brother.” Tasting the Earth. Toronto: Macmillan, 1943.

This was my brother
At Dieppe
Quietly a hero
Who gave his life
Like a gift,
Withholding nothing.

His youth… his love…
His enjoyment of being alive…
His future, like a book
With half the pages still uncut—

This was my brother
At Dieppe—
The one who built me a doll house
When I was seven,
Complete to the last small picture frame,
Nothing forgotten.

He was awfully good at fixing things,
At stepping into the breach when he was needed.

That’s what he did at Dieppe;
He was needed.
And even Death must have been a little shamed
At his eagerness!

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