Survivors by Siegfried Sassoon
No doubt theyâ€™ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course theyâ€™re â€˜longing to go out again,â€™â€”
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
Theyâ€™ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,â€”
Their dreams that drip with murder; and theyâ€™ll be proud
Of glorious war that shatterâ€™d all their pride...
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.