Explore "Champs D'Honneur" by Ernest Hemingway on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Soldiers never do die well; / Crosses mark the places-
Wooden crosses where they fell, / Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch- / All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch, / Choking through the whole attack.