Which line in these excerpts attacks the myth that the sacrifices of soldiers are remembered and valued?
- In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
[ He put a bullet through his brain. ]
[ No one spoke of him again. ]
(Siegfried Sassoon, “Suicide in the Trenches”)
- If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
[ If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood ]
[ Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud ]
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues
(Wilfred Owen, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”)
