Classic Poem

I cannot quite remember. … There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me …

Back from the trenches, more dead than alive,
Stone-deaf and dazed and with a broken knee
He hobbled slowly, muttering vacantly—

I cannot quite remember. … There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me …

Their friends are waiting, wondering how they thrive—
Waiting a word in silence patiently …
But what they said or who their friends may be

I cannot quite remember. … There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench—and three
Whispered their dying messages to me …