The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon/Memorial Tablet

Memorial Tablet
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight (Under Lord Derby's scheme). I died in hell&mdash; (They called it Passchendaele); my wound was slight, And I was hobbling back, and then a shell Burst slick upon the duck-boards; so I fell Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.

In sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew, He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare; For though low down upon the list, I'm there: "In proud and glorious memory"&mdash;that's my due. Two bleeding years I fought in France for Squire; I suffered anguish that he's never guessed; Once I came home on leave; and then went west. What greater glory could a man desire?