<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memorial Tablet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, <br>(Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell— <br>(They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight, <br>And I was hobbling back; and then a shell <br>Burst slick upon the duck-boards: so I fell <br>Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew, <br>He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare: <br>For, though low down upon the list, I’m there; <br>‘In proud and glorious memory’ ... that’s my due.<br>Two bleeding years I fought in France, for Squire: <br>I suffered anguish that he’s never guessed. <br>Once I came home on leave: and then went west... <br>What greater glory could a man desire?</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=518965" data-title="Memorial Tablet de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby’s Scheme). I died in hell— (They called it Passchendaele). My wound was slight, And I was hobbling back; and then a shell Burst slick upon the duck-boards: so I fell Into t..."></div> </div> </div>

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