Suicide In The Trenches

by Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonely 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 himContinue reading “Suicide In The Trenches”