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Document 1 We were the survivors; few among us would ever tell the truth to our friends and relations in England. We were carrying something in our heads which belonged to us alone, and to those we had left behind us in the battle. There were dying men, too, on
Document 1 We were the survivors; few among us would ever tell the truth to our friends and relations in England. We were carrying something in our heads which belonged to us alone, and to those we had left behind us in the battle. There were dying men, too, on board that Red Cross train, men dying for their country in comparative comfort. 5 We reached our destination after midnight, and the next day I was able to write in my diary: “I am still feeling war-like and quite prepared to go back to the Battalion in a few weeks; I am told that my wound will be healed in a fortnight. The doctor here says I am a lucky man as the bullet missed my jugular vein and spine by a fraction of an inch. I know it would be better for me not to go back to England, where I should probably be 10 landed for at least three months and then have all the hell of returning again in July or August.” But in spite of my self-defensive scribble I was in London on Friday evening, and by no means sorry to be carried through the crowd of patriotic spectators at Charing Cross Station. My stretcher was popped into an ambulance which took me to a big hospital at Denmark Hill. At Charing Cross a woman handed me a bunch of flowers. From: Siegfried SASSOON, Memoirs of an Infantry Officer, 1930 17AN2TEMLR3 Page : 2/6 Document 2 Sammy Hagar, 1982 S Remember the heroes tranger in a foreign land 20 Who fight for the right to choose Fearful cries surround him Remember the heroes Returning home a wounded man Just another life to use To find he's been forgotten, yeah Remember the heroes We've all got a lot to lose 5 Courage is the badge he wears Blinded by obsession 25 To take one life without a say Wars are won by those who dare Demanded without reason The memory still haunts him To turn our backs and walk away A faceless act of treason Remember the heroes A father's son must carry on 10 Who fight for the right to choose 30 The wound is only deepened Remember the heroes We've all got a lot to lose Remember the heroes Who fight for the right to choose A rebel to the naked eye Remember the heroes