And bugles calling them from sad shires...

I just read a poem by Wilfred Owen the Poet killed in the first world war and this line came over strong," And bugles calling them from sad shires" I thought of young lads once again being sent to fight old mens wars,if pits and factories were still in full production,these"old warriors" would have more difficulty finding volunteers,it's sad that being killed and maimed is one of the conditions of economic survival.