Suicide in Trenches
1I knew a simple soldier boy
2Who grinned at life in empty joy,
3Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
4And whistled early with the lark.
5In winter trenches, cowed and glum
7He put a bullet through his brain.
8No one spoke of him again.
10Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
11Sneak home and pray you'll never know
12The hell where youth and laughter go.
The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon (London: William Heinemann, 1919): 39. Internet Archive
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