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For the people who fought in it, the World War I was a cataclysm. The sheer scale of its horror and carnage transformed their lives and attitudes to an extent that has coloured the way in which every subsequent generation has thought of war. Nothing shows this more clearly than the work of the poets, writers and artists of the trenches - the creators of a unique cultural heritage that reflects their hopes, fears, doubts, initial optimism and ultimate cynicism. Year by year, from the heady patriotism of August 1914 to the last war-weary moments before the final cease-fire over the four years later, this book reveals the innermost thoughts and feelings of the writers who voiced the aspirations of a doomed generation. Each chapter contains a commentary to put the work of the poets into the context of the time, plus a carefully chosen selection of poems. Contemporary paintings by war artists such as Nash and Spencer, cartoons, memorabilia and dramatic photographs provide a fascinating visual insight which amplifies this vivid record of the war years.
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Breakfast
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead
Of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet, and dropt back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead
Of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet, and dropt back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
Mad
Neck-deep in mud,
He mowed and raved-
He who had braved
The field of blood –
And as a lad
Just out of school
Yelled April Fool!
And laughed like mad.
Wilfred Wilson Gibson
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- PublisherBloomsbury Publishing PLC
- Publication date1994
- ISBN 10 0747518734
- ISBN 13 9780747518730
- BindingHardcover
- Number of pages192
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