One of E. E. Cummings’s many antiwar poems, “my sweet old etcetera” satirically contrasts the glorification of war on the home front with the actual life soldiers lead. As summarized by Rushworth M. Kidder in 1979:
[The soldier’s] “aunt lucy” is the newsmonger; his sister knits socks, shirts, and “...
my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
for,
my sister
Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds)of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
I would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)