<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8" class=""><div dir="auto" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class="">Sick Leave</font></span><div class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><br class=""></font></span></div><div class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,—</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">While the dim charging breakers of the storm</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">Bellow and drone and rumble overhead,</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">Out of the gloom they gather about my bed.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""> They whisper to my heart; their thoughts are mine.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""> “Why are you here with all your watches ended?</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""> From Ypres to Frise we sought you in the Line.</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="">”</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">In bitter safety I awake, unfriended;</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">And while the dawn begins with slashing rain</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">I think of the Battalion in the mud.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="">“</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">When are you going out to them again?</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 28px;" class=""><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class="">Are they not still your brothers through our blood?</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="">”</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" class=""><br style="line-height: 28px;" class=""></span><br class=""> - Siegfried Sassoon<br class=""></font><div dir="ltr" class=""><div class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><br class=""></font></div><div class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><br class=""></font></div><br class=""></div></div></div></body></html>