Here’s a poem by Siegfried Sassoon, 1918.
| DOES it matter?—losing your legs?… | |
| For people will always be kind, | |
| And you need not show that you mind | |
| When the others come in after hunting | |
| To gobble their muffins and eggs. | 5 |
| Does it matter?—losing your sight?… | |
| There’s such splendid work for the blind; | |
| And people will always be kind, | |
| As you sit on the terrace remembering | |
| And turning your face to the light. | 10 |
| Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?… | |
| You can drink and forget and be glad, | |
| And people won’t say that you’re mad; | |
| For they’ll know you’ve fought for your country | |
| And no one will worry a bit. | 15 |
