Siegfried Sassoon was a celebrated war poet, also decorated for his bravery during action. He survived the war and continued a successful literary career.

Short Biography Siegfried Sassoon

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Siegfried Sassoon was born 8 September in Matfield Kent. His father was a wealthy Jewish businessman and his mother an Anglo Catholic. He was educated at Marlborough College and then Clare College, Cambridge University. However, he left without completing his degree. Between 1907 and the start of the war, he was able to live a comfortable life of writing, playing cricket and other sporting interests. His private income meant he didn’t have to get a job; he nursed ambitions to be both play cricket for Kent and become a writer.
In 1913, he achieved moderate success with his book, The Daffodil Murderer a parody of Everlasting Mercy by John Masefield.

Siegfried Sassoon and the First World War

On the outbreak of war, Siegfried was, like many men of his generation, full of patriotic fervour and was enthusiastic about the war effort. He joined the army just before war was declared, but broke his arm badly, keeping him out of action until 1915.
In 1915, he was hit hard by the death of his brother in Gallipoli. In November 1915, he finally made his way to the front line in France. Here, he was shocked by the reality of trench warfare. The ugliness of war had a profound influence on his poetic outlook. He was also influenced by fellow poet Robert Graves. The work of Graves, combined with his own impression of the horror of war, encouraged him to write gritty, realistic poetry, emphasising the horrors of war.
Siegfried gained a reputation for fearless bravery in action. He frequently took on dangerous missions with scant regard for his own life; his men felt tremendous confidence in his presence, inspired by his bravery and courage.
On one occasion, Siegfried single-handedly took a heavily defended German trench in the Hindenburg line, killing an estimated 50 Germans with hand grenades. However, his response on taking the German trench was to sit down and read a book of poetry rather than signalling for reinforcements.
When he went back he didn’t even report the incident. His commander Colonel Stockwell raged at Sassoon for his failure to capitalise on the situation. Stockwell said to Sassoon, ‘I’d have got you a D.S.O., if only you’d shown more sense.’
This incident was typical of Sassoon’s gallantry, disdain for fear, but mixed motives about the war. It was said his depression at the state of war, encouraged him to take almost suicidal risks, gaining him the nickname ‘Mad Jack’. He was later awarded the Military Cross for bravery in action.
After the death of his dear friend, David Cuthbert, and with the encouragement of anti-war intellectuals such as Bertrand Russell, Sassoon decided to take a public stand against the war. He wrote a letter to the Times, which was published; he stated that the war was being unnecessarily prolonged by the decisions of generals and politicians who had scant regard for the lives of the men they were sending into battle.
“I am making this statement as an act of wilfull defiance of military authority, because I believe that the War is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it.” – S. Sassoon (link to letter)
The letter caused an outcry, in part because Sassoon was well known as a highly decorated soldier and poet. There was a danger of a court martial; however, to limit the damage, the authorities, with the encouragement of his close friend Robert Graves, decided to invalid him for ‘shell shock’ and he was withdrawn from military service. Around this time, Sassoon threw the ribbon of his military cross into the river.
It was in Hospital in Edinburgh, that Sassoon became acquainted with fellow war poet, Wilfred Owen. They became very close, sharing a passion for war poetry and also a deep personal connection. Owen looked up to Sassoon as a mentor and guide; Sassoon looked over Owen’s poetry and even offered suggestions.
Despite the near court-martial, Sassoon returned to active service in 1918. This time he was shot in the head by ‘friendly fire’. However, he survived and spent the remainder of the war in England. Sassoon’s wound, encouraged Owen, without the knowledge of Sassoon, to go back into front-line service – where Owen was killed shortly before the Armistice.
After the war, he retired from the army on health grounds. He was briefly involved in politics and the Labour movement. He was instrumental in publicising the work and poetry of Wilfred Owen and helped cement his reputation. He also had great success with a fictional autobiography – Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man, (1928).
In this period he was also open about his homosexuality and had affairs with several men. However, in 1933, he married Hester Gatty, and the couple had one child. The marriage broke down after the Second World War, and Sassoon became increasingly fond of solitude. Towards the end of his life, he converted to Roman Catholicism and paid regular visits to the nuns of Stanbrook Abbey.

Selected Poems of Siegfried Sassoon

“Does it matter?–losing your legs?…
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after football
To gobble their muffins and eggs.
Does it matter?–losing your sight?…
There’s such splendid work for the blind;
And people will always be kind,
As you sit on the terrace remembering
And turning your face to the light.
Do they matter?–those dreams from the pit?…
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won’t say that you’re mad;
For they’ll know that you’ve fought for your country,
And no one will worry a bit.”
— Siegfried Sassoon, The War Poems
“EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields;
on—on—and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.”
— Siegfried Sassoon, Collected Poems, 1908-1956