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Four days the earth was rent and
By bursting steel,
The houses fell about us;
Three nights we dared not sleep,
Sweating, and listening for the imminent
Which meant our death.
The fourth night every man,
Nerve-tortured, racked to exhaustion,
Slept, muttering and twitching,
While the shells crashed overhead.
The fifth day there came a hush;
We left our
And looked above the wreckage of the
To where the white clouds moved in silent
Across the untroubled blue.
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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