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Memorial: From Siegfried Sassoon’s “Prelude: The Troops”

O my brave brown companions, when your souls
Flock silently away, and the eyeless dead
Shame the wild beast of battle on the ridge,
Death will stand grieving in that field of war
Since your unvanquished hardihood is spent.
And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell;
The unreturning army that was youth;
The legions who have suffered and are dust.

Margaret Soltan, May 26, 2024 9:02AM
Posted in: poem

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