The General by Siegfried Sassoon
â€˜Good-morning; good-morning!â€™ the General said
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of â€™em dead,
And weâ€™re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
â€˜Heâ€™s a cheery old card,â€™ grunted Harry to Jack
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
. . . .
But he did for them both by his plan of attack.