urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:takuya ♫ ♫ 2008-06-26T09:59:09Z urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:takuya:1537 2008-06-26T09:59:09Z 2008-06-26T09:59:09Z I knew a simple soldier boy<br />Who grinned at life in empty joy,<br />Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,<br />And whistled early with the lark.<br /><br />In winter trenches, cowed and glum,<br />With crumps and lice and lack of rum,<br />He put a bullet through his brain.<br />No one spoke of him again.<br /><br />You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br />Who cheer when soldier lads march by,<br />Sneak home and pray you’ll never know<br />The hell where youth and laughter go.<br /><br />-Sigfried Sassoon urn:lj:scribbld.net:atom1:takuya:460 2008-06-06T04:43:18Z 2008-06-15T07:03:15Z <blockquote><font size="4"><b>RED CARPET GOING ON;</b></font><br />Friends only. Drama is prohibited.<br />For ranting, go to <span class='ljuser' lj:user='bou' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/users/bou/profile'><img src='http://www.scribbld.net/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://www.scribbld.net/users/bou/'><b>bou</b></a></span><br />& I don't take sides [;</blockquote>