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 Remorse by Siegfried Sassoon 
						Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows
 Each flash and spouting crash,--each instant lit
 When gloom reveals the streaming rain. He goes
 Heavily, blindly on. And, while he blunders,
 "Could anything be worse than this?"--he wonders,
 Remembering how he saw those Germans run,
 Screaming for mercy among the stumps of trees:
 Green-faced, they dodged and darted: there was one
 Livid with terror, clutching at his knees. . .
 Our chaps were sticking 'em like pigs . . . "O hell!"
 He thought--"there's things in war one dare not tell
 Poor father sitting safe at home, who reads
 Of dying heroes and their deathless deeds."
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