<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Died of Wounds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His wet white face and miserable eyes <br>Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: <br>But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell <br>His troubled voice: he did the business well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining <br>And calling out for ‘Dickie’. ‘Curse the Wood! <br>‘It’s time to go. O Christ, and what’s the good? <br>‘We’ll never take it, and it’s always raining.’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wondered where he’d been; then heard him shout, <br>‘They snipe like hell! O Dickie, don’t go out... <br>I fell asleep ... Next morning he was dead; <br>And some Slight Wound lay smiling on the bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518933" data-title="Died of Wounds de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well. The ward grew dark; but he was still complaining And calling out..."></div> </div> </div>

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