"I cannot quite remember.... There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me...."
Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,
Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a broken knee,
He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly:
"I cannot quite remember.... There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench, and three
Whispered their dying messages to me....
"Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive—
Waiting a word in silence patiently....
But what they said, or who their friends may be
"I cannot quite remember.... There where five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me...."
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I would like to translate this poem
[...]I cannot quite remember.... There where five Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three Whispered their dying messages to me....[...] Perhaps the most painful experience of a soldier would be to survive while his fellow soldiers die.. Poignantly presented.. A fine poem...