Siegfried Sassoon (1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)
Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
|87.||Night on the Convoy||1/3/2003|
|89.||Nimrod in September||1/3/2003|
|92.||On Passing The New Menin Gate||3/31/2010|
|95.||Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece||1/3/2003|
|96.||Prelude: The Troops||3/31/2010|
|99.||Repression of War Experience||1/3/2003|
|100.||Sassoon's Public Statement Of Defiance||3/31/2010|
‘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.