The trouble about soldiers in Mr. Siegfried Sassoon's poetry ... is that they are the kind of people who in a railroad train have ...to travel with their backs to the engine. Peace can have but few corners softly padded enough for such sensitives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But the past is just the same,--and War's a bloody game. . . . Have you forgotten yet? . . .... Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads, those ashen-gray... Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,... And speed glum heroes up the line to death,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land. ...... Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »