Questions below are based on the following two poems by WWI veteran Siegfried Sassoon.     Survivors     No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain     Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.     Of course they're ‘longing to go out again,' —     These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.     They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed     Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—     Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud     Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride…     Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;  ... Show more

Questions below are based on the following two poems by WWI veteran Siegfried Sassoon.    

Survivors    
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain    
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.    
Of course they're ‘longing to go out again,' —    
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.    
They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed    
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—    
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud    
Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride…    
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;    
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.    
Craiglockart Hospital. October, 1917. Siegfried Sassoon    

Suicide in the Trenches    
I knew a simple soldier boy    
Who grinned at life in empty joy,    
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,    
And whistled early with the lark.    
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,    
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,    
He put a bullet through his brain.    
No one spoke of him again.    
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.    

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