by: Siegfried SassoonI 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 at soldier lads walk by
go home and pray you'll never know
the hell where youth and laughter go
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