MEMORIAL TABLET

Siegfried Sassoon

Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight

(Under Lord Derby's scheme). I died in hell -

(They called it Passchendaele); my wound was slight,

And I was hobbling back, and then a shell

Burst slick upon the duck-boards; so I fell

Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.

In sermon-time, when Squire is in his pew,

He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare;

For though low down upon the list, I'm there:

"In proud and glorious memory" - that's my due.

Two bleeding years I fought in France for Squire;

I suffered anguish that he's never guessed;

Once I came home on leave, and then went west.

What greater glory could a man desire?

Bratton Clovelly 1914 - 1918 War Memorial

Filleigh 1914 - 1918