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. With due regard for decent taste.
The Happy Warrior
by Herbert Read
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...
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...
Glynn Braman
