Rob
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Today here in the UK was remembrance Sunday in which we paused and remembered all those who have given their lives so we may live free, from WW1 to this very day. We are indeed very lucky people in that I have never had to take up arms to protect my freedom. There are so many poems from WW1 that put the point across, but this one never fails to move me and I thought it appropriate today;
Suicide in the Trenches
(Seigfried Sassoon -published in the Cambridge Magazine, 23 February 1918)
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.
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.
Deepest respects and everlasting gratitude to all those who gave their lives for us.
Rob
Suicide in the Trenches
(Seigfried Sassoon -published in the Cambridge Magazine, 23 February 1918)
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.
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.
Deepest respects and everlasting gratitude to all those who gave their lives for us.
Rob
