There are somethings I do not understand. In the Pocket Library Guide to Daily Reading, the entry for April 24th included the information that some dude named Lord Dunsany (1878-1957) was wounded on April 25, 1916. Why? Why not tell us on April 25th?

From that infallible source:

Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany (/dʌnˈseɪni/; 24 July 1878 – 25 October 1957), was an Anglo-Irish writer and dramatist; his work, mostly in the fantasy genre, was published under the name Lord Dunsany. More than ninety books of his work were published in his lifetime,^{[1]:29 (I.A.92)} and both original work and compilations have continued to appear. Dunsany’s œuvre includes many hundreds of published short stories, as well as plays, novels and essays. He achieved great fame and success with his early short stories and plays, and during the 1910s was considered one of the greatest living writers of the English-speaking world; he is today best known for his 1924 fantasy novel The King of Elfland’s Daughter and The Gods of Pegāna, where he devised his own fictional pantheon and laid the groundwork for the Fantasy genre. He was the inventor of an asymmetric version of chess called Dunsany’s Chess.

He volunteered in the First World War, and was appointed Captain in the Royal Inniskilling Fusiliers. He was stationed for some time at Ebrington Barracks in Derry. Having heard of disturbances in Dublin in 1916, during the Easter Rising, while on leave, he drove in to offer assistance and was wounded, with a bullet lodged in his skull.^[3][4] After recovery at Jervis Street Hospital, and later what was then the King George V Hospital (now St. Bricin’s Military Hospital), he returned to duty. His military belt was lost in this episode and was later used at the burial of Michael Collins. Having been refused forward positioning in 1916, being listed as valuable as a trainer, in the latter stages of the war he spent time in the trenches, and in the very last period wrote propaganda material for the War Office with MI7b(1). At Dunsany Castle there is a book of wartime photos with lost members of his command marked.

Not that you’d know it by reading that infallible source, but Lord Dunsany sounds like an interesting dude.

… he deals almost exclusively with what he calls, “the mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins.”

By his own estimate, 97 percent of his life has been spent, not in writing, but in sport and soldiering. … “a fox-hunting man … with literary talent and a sensitive imagination, … the juxtaposition of two people in one, a man of imagination and a fashionable sportsman.”

Lord Dunsany believes in writing “literature to please oneself… . The main thing is not to interrupt the mood…

Twentieth Century Authors: A Biographical Dictionary of Modern Literature (1956)

Died today in the year 1881, James T. Fields.

Daily Readings 4/24

• “The Owl-Critic” [I chuckled. Could have been a Monty Python sketch.]
• “The Alarmed Skipper“
• “Songs from an Evil Wood” (Dunsany)

“Songs from an Evil Wood” (finals stanza)

III
I met with Death in his country,
  With his scythe and his hollow eye,
Walking the roads of Belgium.
  55
  I looked and he passed me by.
Since he passed me by in Plug Street,
  In the wood of the evil name,
I shall not now lie with the heroes,
  I shall not share their fame;
  60
  
I shall never be as they are,
  A name in the lands of the Free,
Since I looked on Death in Flanders
  And he did not look at me

We were talking about Flanders Field just yesterday evening before dinner.