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Siegfried Sassoon - EnemiesSiegfried Sassoon - Enemies
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He stood alone in some queer sunless place   Where Armageddon ends. Perhaps he longed   For days he might have lived; but his young face   Gazed forth untroubled: and suddenly there thronged   Round him the hulking Germans that I shot When for his death my brooding rage was hot.     He stared at them, half-wondering; and then   They told him how I’d killed them for his sake—   Those patient, stupid, sullen ghosts of men;   And still there seemed no answer he could make. At last he turned and smiled. One took his hand   Because his face could make them understand.
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