Soldiers are citizens of death’s grey land, Drawing no dividend from time’s to-morrows.    In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows.    Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win    Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit … More A Brief Analysis of Siegfried Sassoon’s Dreamers