CPC Report; An unabashedly liberal perspective 

11 November 2012- Veteran's Day

War is Hell.

William Tecumseh Sherman

 World War I British Poetry

How to Die

by Siegfried Sasson

Dark clouds are smouldering into red
  While down the craters morning burns.The dying soldier shifts his head  To watch the glory that returns;He lifts his fingers toward the skies  Where holy brightness breaks in flame;Radiance reflected in his eyes,  And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,  That lads go West with sobs and curses,And sullen faces white as chalk,  Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.But they've been taught the way to do it  Like Christian soldiers; not with hasteAnd shuddering groans; but passing through it
  With due regard for decent taste.

The Happy Warrior

His wild heart beats with painful sobs,
His strin'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle,
His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue,
His wide eyes search unconsciously.

He cannot shriek.

Bloody saliva
Dribbles down his shapeless jacket.

I saw him stab
And stab again
A well-killed Boche.

This is the happy warrior,
This is he... 
  1.  Glynn Braman
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