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    Richard Diaz
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    A simple poem that our troops live even today . . . 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 smug-faced Who cheer when Sneak home and The hell where crowds with kindling eye soldier lads march by, pray you'll never know youth and laughter go. by Siegfried Sassoon

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    A simple poem that our troops live even today . . . 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 smug-faced Who cheer when Sneak home and The hell where crowds with kindling eye soldier lads march by, pray you'll never know youth and laughter go. by Siegfried Sassoon

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    WW1 Poem

    Încărcat de

    Richard Diaz
    A simple poem that our troops live even today . . . 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 smug-faced Who cheer when Sneak home and The hell where crowds with kindling eye soldier lads march by, pray you'll never know youth and laughter go. by Siegfried Sassoon

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    A simple poem that our troops live even today . . .

    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 smug-faced Who cheer when Sneak home and The hell where crowds with kindling eye soldier lads march by, pray you'll never know youth and laughter go.

    by Siegfried Sassoon circa 1917

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