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[sweet_revenge00]

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

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[sweet_revenge00]

Yeah me too. It really is moving. =(

[yougottaletmego]

This poem is so touching!

I added you as a friend because I absolutely love your icons :)
Specifically the Prison Break and Marshall Allman/LJ ones :D
Add me back?

[sweet_revenge00]

Yeah, it alwaya gets to me whenever I read it.

Aw, thanks so much. =) Of course I'll add you back. I'm just curious though, how'd you find my journal?

[yougottaletmego]

To be absolutely honest, I don't remember! I think I was searching for icons and I somehow stumbled upon your site :)

[sweet_revenge00]

Haha, works for me. =) Usually explains how I find other people's sites. Nice to meet you, and hope to talk to you more soon! =)

[yffie]

Wow, this is a beautiful poem. It really got to me, love these kinds of poems that speak such truth. Wish I had found this before!

[sweet_revenge00]

It really is. I think the last few lines are what get me the most. :)

[vickibot]

I forgot to say; I love this poem.

[sweet_revenge00]

Totally. It always makes me sad when I read it. =(

[vickibot]

Yes, very touching.

[hostile_666]

Love it. I just studied it in my english class, it's really great.
Thanks for posting it =D

[sweet_revenge00]

It really is a great poem. =)
Thanks!