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Siegfried Sassoon - Trench DutySiegfried Sassoon - Trench Duty
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Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,   Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take,   I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then   Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men   Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light. Hark! There’s the big bombardment on our right   Rumbling and bumping; and the dark’s a glare   Of flickering horror in the sectors where   We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled,   Or crawling on their bellies through the wire. ‘What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Some one killed?’   Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire:   Why did he do it?… Starlight overhead—   Blank stars. I’m wide-awake; and some chap’s dead.
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