No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain <br />Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk. <br />Of course they’re ‘longing to go out again,’— <br />These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk. <br />They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed <br />Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,— <br />Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proud <br />Of glorious war that shatter’d all their pride... <br />Men who went out to battle, grim and glad; <br />Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad. <br /> <br /> <br />Craiglockart. October, 1917.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/survivors/
