When I was 16 I discovered a collection of poetry from the First World War, and I believe I kept that book out for several months. This was one of the treasures that I found there.
Sassoon is another of my favorite poets. His work has a simple purity to which I can relate, and that makes the content more real. I can see him in a deep trench, scribbling by candlelight these bits and keeping them in a muddy notebook which never left his side. He survived the war.