Friedrich Sassoon: Suicide in the trenches

Friedrich Sassoon

(1886-1967)

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.

No one spoke of him again.

 

* * * * *

 

You snug-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.

 

Friedrich Sassoon poetry

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