Contessa_Sharra
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The Fathers
Snug at the club two fathers sat,
Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat.
One of them said: My eldest lad
Writes cheery letters from Bagdad.
But Arthurs getting all the fun
At Arras with his nine-inch gun.
Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat.
One of them said: My eldest lad
Writes cheery letters from Bagdad.
But Arthurs getting all the fun
At Arras with his nine-inch gun.
Yes, wheezed the other, thats the luck!
My boys quite broken-hearted, stuck
In England training all this year.
Still, if theres truth in what we hear,
The Huns intend to ask for more
Before they bolt across the Rhine.
I watched them toddle through the door
These impotent old friends of mine.
My boys quite broken-hearted, stuck
In England training all this year.
Still, if theres truth in what we hear,
The Huns intend to ask for more
Before they bolt across the Rhine.
I watched them toddle through the door
These impotent old friends of mine.
Siegfried Sassoon
This poem was written while Sassoon, an English soldier, was on leave from World War II.
Most of his poetry addresses the horror of war.
http://www.poemhunter.com/siegfried-sassoon/poems/page-1/
He left his privileged, upper-class life in the English countryside for London in 1914 to become a poet. Once there, Siegfried Sassoon got caught up in the wartime frenzy and enlisted. World War I changed him from eager soldier to active pacifist, and his flowery poetry became bitter realism. After his brother and a good friend were killed and Sassoon himself saw the front lines, his poetry began to take on grim tones. He lived to see the end of the war and to see his writings survive as one of the greatest bodies of anti-war literature.
http://www.history.com/shows.do?episodeId=366996&action=detail