<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class="">Aftermath<div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><div class="KonaBody" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-right: 5px;"><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class="">Have you forgotten yet?...<br class="">For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days,<br class="">Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:<br class="">And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow<br class="">Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you're a man reprieved to go,<br class="">Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.<br class="">But the past is just the same--and War's a bloody game...<br class="">Have you forgotten yet?...<br class="">Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget.<br class=""><br class="">Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz--<br class="">The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?<br class="">Do you remember the rats; and the stench<br class="">Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench--<br class="">And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?<br class="">Do you ever stop and ask, 'Is it all going to happen again?'<br class=""><br class="">Do you remember that hour of din before the attack--<br class="">And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then<br class="">As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?<br class="">Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back<br class="">With dying eyes and lolling heads--those ashen-grey<br class="">Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?<br class=""><br class="">Have you forgotten yet?...<br class="">Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget. <br class=""></p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class=""><br class=""></p><p style="font-variant-ligatures: normal !important; font-variant-position: normal !important; font-variant-numeric: normal !important; font-variant-alternates: normal !important; font-variant-east-asian: normal !important; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif !important; line-height: 23px !important;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Siegfried Sassoon</p></div><div class="poet" itemprop="author" style="font-size: 1.417em; margin: 22px 0px 25px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="mt-40 mb-20" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 40px !important; margin-bottom: 20px !important;"></div></div></body></html>