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Siegfried Sassoon - A Whispered Tale
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I’d heard fool-heroes brag of where they’d been,   
With stories of the glories that they’d seen.   
But you, good simple soldier, seasoned well   
In woods and posts and crater-lines of hell,   
Who dodge remembered ‘crumps’ with wry grimace,
Endured experience in your queer, kind face,   
Fatigues and vigils haunting nerve-strained eyes,   
And both your brothers killed to make you wise;   
You had no babbling phrases; what you said   
Was like a message from the maimed and dead.
But memory brought the voice I knew, whose note   
Was muted when they shot you in the throat;   
And still you whisper of the war, and find   
Sour jokes for all those horrors left behind.
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