Sunday 12 November 2023


My Boy Jack

"Have you news of my boy Jack? "
Not this tide.
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Has any one else had word of him?"
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,~
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?"~
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind---
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

Rudyard Kipling 1916

My Boy Jack" is a 1916 poem by Rudyard Kipling. Kipling wrote it for Jack Cornwell, the 16 year old youngest recipient of the Victoria Cross who stayed by his post on board the light cruiser HMS Chester at the Battle of Jutland until he died.

Kipling’s son Jack was killed on the Western Front in September 1915. He had only been in France for three weeks and because of his very poor eyesight had initially been rejected by the army. It was only because of the intervention of his influential and famous father that he was subsequently accepted in to the Irish Guards regiment.

Kipling never wrote directly about the loss of his son.


We will remember them.



Roz said...

Joining you in remembrance Ronnie, I hadn't read this before. Such a sad story.


Prefectdt said...

We Will Remember Them


Anonymous said...

Roz Pref - yes, we should always remember. Thank you.


1ManView said...

Thankyou Ronnie. It was a small gathering because of all the bad health that has plague the young and the old in my family, including Carol. But the gathering reminded us why we have them. Because you can not take life for granted. And when the gathering was over, everybody had a smile on their face and peace in their heart.

And Joy