Rudyard Kipling recaptured something of the feelings of the men who fought at Edgehill when he made the narrator speak

Of war, red war, 'twixt child and sire,
Household and kith and kin
In the heart of a sleepy midland shire
With the harvest scarcely in

and he went on

And the raw astonished ranks stand fast
To slay or to be slain
By the men they knew in the kindly past
That never shall come again.