THE CHANCESBy Wilfred OwenI mind as ’ow the night afore that showUs five got talking,—we was in the know,“Over the top to-morrer; boys, we’re for it,First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that’s tore it.

”“Ah well,” says Jimmy, —an’ ’e’s seen some scrappin’—“There ain’t more nor five things as can ’appen;Ye get knocked out; else wounded—bad or cushy;Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy.

”One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.

T’other was hurt, like, losin’ both ’is props.

An’ one, to use the word of ’ypocrites,’Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.

Now me, I wasn’t scratched, praise God Almighty(Though next time please I’ll thank ’im for a blighty),But poor young Jim, ’e’s livin’ an’ ’e’s not;’E reckoned ’e’d five chances, an’ ’e’s ’ad;’E’s wounded, killed, and pris’ner, all the lot—The ruddy lot all rolled in one.

Jim’s mad.

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