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Слушать(AI)Trench Duty
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take, I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light.
Hark!
There’s the big bombardment on our right Rumbling and bumping; and the dark’s a glare Of flickering horror in the sectors where We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled, Or crawling on their bellies through the wire.‘What?
Stretcher-bearers wanted?
Some one killed?’ Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it?… Starlight overhead— Blank stars.
I’m wide-awake; and some chap’s dead.
Siegfried Sassoon
Siegfried Loraine Sassoon, CBE, MC (8 September 1886 – 1 September 1967) was an English poet, writer, and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the
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