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In An Underground Dressing-Station
By Siegfried Loraine Sassoon
Quietly they set their burden down: he tried
To grin; moaned; moved his head from side to side.
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He gripped the stretcher; stiffened; glared; and screamed,
"O put my leg down, doctor, do!" (He'd got
A bullet in his ankle; and he'd been shot
Horribly through the guts.) The surgeon seemed
So kind and gentle, saying, above that crying,
"You must keep still, my lad." But he was dying.
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