Belated St. Brigid's Day

My contribution to the offerings already posted blogwide on the web.

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 cramps 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.

Sieegfried Sassoon


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At7-COGkCdc


I pray the tide turns and Bush gives up on this madness.