I first read this poem in high school. My Mother was Alaskan and Robert Service was the poet of Alaska as in the cremation of Sam McGee. When I read his war poems the enormity of the Red Fourragere made such an impression that I could not believe that the descriptions of the Hamas terrorists could leave me thinking that Service had been almost soft. Will some poet of today write of what has happened or will it be one of the Nazi marchers from the Colleges lauding the ripping of a baby from the ragged hole where a womb should be.more »