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Lest we forget...........................
(published in the Cambridge Magazine, 23 February 1918)
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 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.
Seigfried Sassoon
,#Poppies,#war,#Armistice day
Viv says:
This rang bells in my head
'No one spoke of him again'
in that I never knew anything about my paternal grandfather - he didn't commit suicide - but I remembered Dad saying something when I was young as we passed Prestwich Mental Hospital - he was sad and we didn't ask a lot but I got the impression that it was connnected with someone he loved and not long before he died he mentioned to my sister tnat his father had died there and Ipresumed that it was a post world war 1 as Dad was just 9 at the end of that war and I know he didn't have his father as a teenager - sad that it was never talked about.
MaggieD says:
Lovely photo and Suicide in the Trenches always has me fighting anger with tears ....... shame you just missed the 11/11/11 timing by one second :(
Strange little girl says:
Maggie ............... trust me ..... I tried.. and cried ;)
viv.......... what can i say ? I heart him.... and I knew the two people who would see this post XX
lefthanded04 says:
My paternal grandfather was killed on the Somme when my father was just under a year old. He is buried at Lissenthoek just outside Ypres. I visit his grave every couple of years.