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Suicide in the trenches

One of my favorite poems, very glum yes but still rings true. Written by Siegfried Sassoon during his First World War military serivce and published in 1918. With war still raging in Africa and the Middle East and the attack on Norway on 22 July 2011. I think we should all reflect on how fortunate we are to be able to live freely and in peace. Take nothing for granted and count your blessings.

Suicide in the trenches

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.


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