06/02/2026
Today, June 2, is the anniversary of English Poet/Author Thomas Hardy’s birth.
Interestingly, I grew up as an English-as-second language (ESL) student. That’s not surprising, since I’m an 8th generation descendant of the Spanish Mexican pioneer founders of this great place we call Texas. Equally important to note is that Texas happens to be in New Spain, not New England. (There’s no Plymouth Rock off the Texas Coast.)
In fact, while attending Central Elementary School in 1950s Laredo, my classmates were also ESL. It was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because we were preserving our guaranteed, unique Spanish Mexican heritage on “this side of the border”. A curse because speaking our native tongue were grounds to be taken to the principal’s office for punishment.
Yet, despite all of that, the remarkable part of my education background is that at this early age, I learned to love and appreciate the English language. My mom recalled that while running home from school in first grade, she could hear me yelling before I reached the front door, “Mamá, I can read, I can read.” In short, I am truly blessed to be able to write both in English and Spanish, Or, as we say in Spanish, “Soy bilingüe”.
Amazingly, blessed with a mastery of the English language allows me to write about the pre-1836 Spanish Mexican roots of Texas. Moreover, when I first entered college while stationed overseas in the U.S.A.F. (University of Maryland), my first three courses were in English grammar and literature.
As for famous English poems, I knew several by heart. One of my favorites is “The Man he Killed” by Thomas Hardy, as are several others.
BTW, my major was in Spanish. Thus, I also learned about many great Spanish poets, writers, and artists, i.e., Cervantes, Lope de Vega, de la Barca, Velásquez, et al.
As for this particular poem, for those of you who have read the book “All Quiet on the Western Front” by Erich Maria Remarque, or seen the movie, you will notice the common theme of the futility of war, and shared humanity, as well as empathy toward a soldier’s wartime enemy. “The crown of literature is poetry.” (William Somerset Maugham).