I found him in the guard-room at the Base. <br />From the blind darkness I had heard his crying <br />And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face <br />A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying <br />To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest. <br />And, all because his brother had gone west, <br />Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief <br />Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling <br />Half-naked on the floor. In my belief <br />Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamentations/
