Suicide In The Trenches
© 1918 by Siegfried Sasson (a 2 medal WWI Captain against war) I knew a simple souldier 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 (exploding shells) and lice and lack of rum, He put... Sign in to see full entry.