Attack Poem by Siegfried Sassoon
Attack
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!
Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. experience, sadness, terror. tony
hen, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches.........O Jesus make it stop. a fine poen´m. war, pain, fear, suffeirng, faced with death........ tony
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the ignorance is startling. wether you like the poem or not, please do not feel the need to express your opinion on someone else's trauma or experience.
just because you don't agree with them doesn't make their opinions invalid...
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I would like to translate this poem
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10/5/2024 3:35:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is about as close to feeling what trench warfare is like as I would ever wish to get; the second half of the final line stops you dead in your tracks.