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Three hours ago he blundered up the trench	A
Sliding and poising groping with his boots	B
Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls	C
With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk	D
He couldn't see the man who walked in front	E
Only he heard the drum and rattle of feet	F
Stepping along the trench boards often splashing	G
Wretchedly where the sludge was ankle deep	H
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Voices would grunt Keep to your right make way	I
When squeezing past the men from the front line	J
White faces peered puffing a point of red	K
Candles and braziers glinted through the chinks	L
And curtain flaps of dug outs then the gloom	M
Swallowed his sense of sight he stooped and swore	N
Because a sagging wire had caught his neck	O
A flare went up the shining whiteness spread	K
And flickered upward showing nimble rats	P
And mounds of glimmering sand bags bleached with rain	Q
Then the slow silver moment died in dark	R
	-
The wind came posting by with chilly gusts	S
And buffeting at corners piping thin	T
And dreary through the crannies rifle shots	U
Would split and crack and sing along the night	V
And shells came calmly through the drizzling air	W
To burst with hollow bang below the hill	X
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Three hours ago he stumbled up the trench	A
Now he will never walk that road again	Y
He must be carried back a jolting lump	Z
Beyond all need of tenderness and care	W
A nine stone corpse with nothing more to do	A2
	-
He was a young man with a meagre wife	B2
And two pale children in a Midland town	C2
He showed the photograph to all his mates	D2
And they considered him a decent chap	E2
Who did his work and hadn't much to say	I
And always laughed at other people's jokes	F2
Because he hadn't any of his own	G2
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That night when he was busy at his job	H2
Of piling bags along the parapet	I2
He thought how slow time went stamping his feet	F
And blowing on his fingers pinched with cold	J2
	-
He thought of getting back by half past twelve	K2
And tot of rum to send him warm to sleep	H
In draughty dug out frowsty with the fumes	L2
Of coke and full of snoring weary men	Y
	-
He pushed another bag along the top	M2
Craning his body outward then a flare	W
Gave one white glimpse of No Man's Land and wire	N2
And as he dropped his head the instant split	O2
His startled life with lead and all went out	P2

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon

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