The Sentry

Wed found an experient Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, exactly never quite an burst through. Rain, guttering exhaust in waterf alones of slime kept slush waist high, that rising hour by hour, clotted up the locomote too thick with clay to climb. What haze of var. remained stank old, and sour With fumes of whizz-bangs, and the smell of men Whod lived there years, and left wing their curse in the den, If non their corpses. . . . There we herded from the blast Of whizz-bangs, but unmatchable found our door at last. Buffeting eyes and breath, snuffing the candles. And pound! flump! thud! down the steep steps came pound And splashing in the flood, deluging muck The sentrys embody; then his rifle, handles Of old Boche bombs, and mud in ruck on ruck. We dredged him up, for killed, until he whined O sir, my eyes Im blind Im blind, Im blind! Coaxing, I held a flare against his lids And said if he could see the least(prenominal) blurred light He was not blind; in time hed get all right. I cant, he sobbed.

Eyeballs, huge-bulged like squids accompany my dreams still; but I forgot him there In posting conterminous for duty, and direct a scout To beg a stretcher somewhere, and floundering about To separate posts under the shrieking air. Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed, And one who would down drowned himself for good, I try not to remember these things now. Let discernment harken back for one word only: how Half-listening to that sentrys moans and jumps, And the unsubdued verbose of his broken teeth, Renewed most horribly whenever crumps Pummelle d the crownwork and slogged the air beneath! Through the dense din, I say, we hear him shout I see your lights! But ours had long died outIf you demand to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderEssay.net

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