A friend of mine found this in her grandfather's diary from the First World War. I find it charming and moving and thought I'd share it with Listers on Remembrance Sunday. The author is unknown. "JIM" "A better or a truer pal than Jim  You couldn't find, not anywhere you went And if we could have We'd have given him A real good marble monument. But p'raps he'd not have liked it near so well He wasn't the chap to snark He didn't have a bit of side And when his leg got took off by a shell He only said - So long - I'm off - and died We buried him, - a han'ky on his face Down by the road as deeply as we could And then out of an ammunition case We made a rough old cross of wood "Here lies a real good pal" we wrote His name & number too we put before we went And when I die I'd like to die like Jim  And not have any blooming marble monument."