Ernest Hemingway

(21 July 1899 - 2 July 1961 / Oak Park, Illinois)

Champs D'Honneur - Poem by Ernest Hemingway

Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places -
Wooden crosses where they fell,
Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch -
All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch,
Choking through the whole attack.


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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/1/2014 11:49:00 PM)

    An honest picture of the tragedy of war. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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