Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight,
(Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell-
(They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight,
And I was hobbling back; and then a shell
Burst slick upon the duck-boards: so I fell
Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.
At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,
He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare:
For, though low down upon the list, I'm there;
'In proud and glorious memory' … that's my due.
Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire:
I suffered anguish that he's never guessed.
Once I came home on leave: and then went west…
What greater glory could a man desire?
Memorial Tablet
Siegfried Sassoon
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Poem topics: home, light, lost, memory, never, time, desire, fight, anguish, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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