The Podcast of the Lotus Eaters - November 11, 2024


An Armistice Day Poem ｜ Suicide in the Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon


Episode Stats

Length

34 seconds

Words per Minute

142.60564

Word Count

81

Sentence Count

4


Summary

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. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eyes who cheer when soldier lads march by, ah, sneak home and pray you never know the hell where youth and laughter go.


Transcript

00:00:00.000 I knew a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in empty joy, slept soundly through the
00:00:06.300 lonesome dark, and whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches cowed and glum, with
00:00:13.100 crumps and lice and lack of rum, he put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of
00:00:19.480 him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye, who cheer when soldier lads march by,
00:00:27.180 ah, sneak home and pray you'll never know, the hell where youth and laughter go.