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LAMENTATIONS I found him in a guard room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest. LAMENTATIONS I FOUND HIM IN A GUARD ROOM AT THE BASE FROM THE BLIND DARKNESS I HAD HEARD HIS CRYING AND BLUNDERED IN WITH PUZZLED PATIENT FACE A SERGEANT WATCHED HIM IT WAS NO GOOD TRYING TO STOP IT FOR HE HOWLED AND BEAT HIS CHEST
ome back They will not be the same; for they'll have fought in a just cause: they lead the last attack On Anti-Christ; their comrade's blood has bought New right to breed an honourable race. They have challenged Death and dared him face to face." "We're none of us the same!" the boys reply. "For George lost both his legs; and Bill's stone blind; Poor Jim's shot through the lungs and like to die; And Bert's gone syphilitic: you'll not find A chap who's served that hasn't found _some_ change." And the Bishop said: "The ways of God are strange!" BASE DETAILS If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed glum heroes up the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy petulant face, Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, Reading the Roll of Honour. "Poor young chap," I'd say--"I used to know his father well; Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap." And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed.   SECTION TWENTY EIGHT OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGRIED SESSOON BY SICKFRIED SESSOON READ FOR LIBERVOX DOTORG BY MARK HISSONG 
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