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Suicide in the Trenches
by Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life with empty joy,
Slept soundly in the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter's trenches cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eyes,
Who cheer as soldier lads march by,
Sneek home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
by Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life with empty joy,
Slept soundly in the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter's trenches cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eyes,
Who cheer as soldier lads march by,
Sneek home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.