I knew a simple soldier boy <br />Who grinned at life in empty joy, <br />Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, <br />And whistled early with the lark. <br /> <br />In winter trenches, cowed and glum, <br />With crumps and lice and lack of rum, <br />He put a bullet through his brain. <br />No one spoke of him again. <br /> <br />You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye <br />Who cheer when soldier lads march by, <br />Sneak home and pray you'll never know <br />The hell where youth and laughter go.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicide-in-the-trenches/
