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

Question

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

anonymous · Answer

as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues
(Wilfred Owen, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”)

anonymous · Answer

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