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- 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.
- Siegfried Sassoon