/lit/ - Literature

Agreed, OP. I remember reading this poem in a poetry collection for kids called Read Me 2: A Poem for Every Day of the Year. On a similar note, this poem by Siegfried Sassoon:

I KNEW a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

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.
. . . .

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.