Siegfried Sassoon Poems
|61.||Stand-To: Good Friday Morning||1/3/2003|
|64.||Song-Books of the War||1/3/2003|
|69.||Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance||3/31/2010|
|70.||Repression of War Experience||1/3/2003|
|73.||Prelude: The Troops||3/31/2010|
|74.||Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece||1/3/2003|
|77.||On Passing The New Menin Gate||3/31/2010|
|80.||Nimrod in September||1/3/2003|
‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead,
And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
‘He’s a cheery old card,’ grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
. . . .
But he did for them both by his plan of attack.