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  1. My Boy Jack (poem) " My Boy Jack " is a 1916 poem by Rudyard Kipling. [1] 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 John was never referred to as "Jack" [citation needed].

  2. Jack remained on the list of soldiers "missing believed wounded" for two years. The Kiplings were devastated; the effect of losing another child was incalculable. In 1916, Kipling's Sea Warfare was published, which contained an emotional poem about his son Jack. #EnglishWriters

  3. Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. "Has any one else had word of him?" Not this tide. Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. "Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?" None this tide, Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. Then hold your head up all the more, And gave to that wind blowing and that tide.

  4. My Boy Jack. The British military top brass told their men they were about to take part in the "the greatest battle in the history of the world". What they were about to experience, however, was a "bloody great balls-up" on an industrial scale. For Rudyard Kipling, the most famous author of the age, the carnage at Loos on the Western Front in ...

  5. The poem was first published with its title “My Boy Jack” in Twenty Poems from Rudyard Kipling (London: Methuen, May 1918; Toronto: Macmillan, 1918); and again with its title in The Years Between (London: Methuen, 1919; New York: Doubleday, Page & Co., April 1919). The date ‘1914-18’ was placed below the title in the three-volume Verse ...

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  7. Dec 30, 2020 · My Boy Jack by Rudyard Kipling. →. First published in Sea Warfare (1916). 245622 My Boy Jack Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” ...

  8. 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 ...