He fought in the First World War and signed up on the second day of the war and later became a protester against the war, he won the Miliarty Cross for bravery. He was a poet and good friend to many other writers and poets including Wilfred Owen, H. G. Wells and Robert Graves.
To me he is one, if not the, greatest war poets ever.
|A plaque dedecated to the men fallen form Sassoons |
old school with Sassoons message to them
I knew a simple soldier boy.....
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
And no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
I will write more about Sassoon and his infulences and the realisation I had in France and how Sassoon is linked to that.