It's not uncommon to read poems about the First World War written from the perspective of fathers, mothers, sisters, or sweethearts of men who had left to fight, but I can think of only two poems written by sons of soldiers. Ironically, both poets' fathers served with the Lancashire Fusiliers. One of those poems -- "Six Young Men" – was written by Ted Hughes nearly forty years after the war had ended. Hughes himself had no memory of the war, as he was born in 1930, twelve years after the Armistice.
Another lesser known poem – "The Son" – was written by Clifford Dyment when he was just 21 years old. Dyment was born in January of 1914 to Bessie and William Dyment. His autobiography, The Railway Game, includes an early memory of his young father in their home in the village of Caerleon-on-Usk in Wales, probably shortly before his father enlisted: