Throughout the First World War, the enormous amount of poetry that was written concerned itself regularly with heroes, deeds, lands, glory, honour, and all that Wilfred Owen and others rejected.2 The war was reflected in verse in every imaginable sphere. A postcard dated 1915 shows a somewhat unconvincing dove wearing a tricolour ribbon and carrying an envelope full of flowers. Above this patriotic bird is the verse

Je suis le messager fidèle À tous j’apporte des nouvelles.