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His wet white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well.(First verse of Died of Wounds)

Siegfried Sassoon

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Siegfried Sassoon
Age: 80 †
Born: 1886
Born: September 8
Died: 1967
Died: September 1
Military Personnel
Poet
Reporter
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Siegfried Loraine Sassoon
Saul Kain
Pinchbeck Lyre
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Sigh
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Nurse
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Wounds
Rapid
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I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.
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The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete.
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Soldiers are dreamers when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.
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Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
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I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
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Life for the majority of the population. Is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds. Culminating in a cheap funeral.
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I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.
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But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze.
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O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.
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I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
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And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.
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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.
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Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.
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And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.
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In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
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Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.
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