Siegfried Sassoon (September 8, 1886 - September 1, 1967) British poet and soldier who wrote many poems regarding World War I .
- You smug-faced crowds with
- kindling eye
- Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
- Sneak home and pray you'll
- never know
- The hell where youth and
- laughter go.
- "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," muttered Harry to Jack
- As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
- But he did for them both by his plan of attack.
- Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
- Drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
- Does it matter?- Losing your legs?
- For people will always be kind,
- And you needn't show that you mind
- When the others come in after hunting,
- And gobble their muffins and eggs.
- Does it matter?- Losing your sight?
- There's such splendid work for the blind,
- And people will always be kind,
- As you sit on the terrace remembering,
- And turning your face to the light.
- Do they matter?- Those dreams from the Pit?
- You can drink, and forget, and be glad,
- And no one will say that you're mad,
- For they'll know that you fought for your country,
- And no one will worry a bit.