Suicide in the Trenches
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.
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.
Text analysis Comprehension
He is a simple young soldier who believes in life and joy.He could sleep deeply and got up early. He used to whistle when he heard the birds singing.
In the trenches he had a breakdown because of cold, fear, appalling hygienic conditions and depression. The soldier could stand the fatigue and fear of bombing only when he drank rum.