Ernest Hemingway

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

Champs D'Honneur


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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