But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy, stricken places in my soul, And the occasional ghosts that haunt my gaze. - Siegfried Sassoon
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." "The War Poems - Siegfried Sassoon
I believe that this war, upon which I entered as a war of defense and liberation, has now become a war of aggression and conquest. - Siegfried Sassoon