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In the last hours of Remembrance Day

Posted by That Other Mike on 11/11/2010

I knew a simple soldier boy…..
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Suicide in the Trenches, by Siegfried Sassoon, 1918

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3 Responses to “In the last hours of Remembrance Day”

  1. Lottie said

    Wow. Thanks for posting this, Honey.

  2. magsx2 said

    Hi,
    A lovely poem, it’s nice to see others posting for rememberence day.
    Lets we forget.

  3. magsx2 said

    😳 Of course I meant “Lest we forget.”

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