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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hero</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said,<br>And folded up the letter that she'd read. <br>'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke<br>In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.<br>She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud<br>Of our dead soldiers.' Then her face was bowed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Quietly the Brother Officer went out.<br>He'd told the poor old dear some gallant lies<br>That she would nourish all her days, no doubt.<br>For while he coughed and mumbled, her weak eyes<br>Had shone with gentle triumph, brimmed with joy,<br>Because he'd been so brave, her glorious boy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=518952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He thought how 'Jack', cold-footed, useless swine,<br>Had panicked down the trench that night the mine<br>Went up at Wicked Corner; how he'd tried <br>To get sent home, and how, at last, he died,<br>Blown to small bits. And no one seemed to care <br>Except that lonely woman with white hair.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</a></strong></div>

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