text_original: They left him in No Man's Land, with a bullet through his brain  a clean, quick death, thank God  no writhing on live wires, no hours of hideous, hopeless pain in the mire, uncared for, no slow dying  just one quick stab when his blood was hot with the passion of war and his heart was at the highest. The news came straight to Dick, as Mikey had carefully planned it should.
text_transcription: THEY LEFT HIM IN NO MAN'S LAND WITH A BULLET THROUGH HIS BRAIN A CLEAN QUICK DEATH THANK GOD NO WRITHING ON LIFE WIRES NO HOURS OF HIDEOUS HOPELESS PAIN IN THE MIRE UNCARED FOR NO SLOW DYING JUST ONE QUICK STAB WHEN HIS BLOOD WAS HOT WITH THE PASSION OF WAR AND HIS HEART WAS AT THE HIGHEST THE NEWS CAME STRAIGHT TO DICK AS MIKEY HAD CAREFULLY PLANNED IT SHOULD
phonemes: ðeɪ lˈɛft hˌɪm ɪn nˈoʊ mˈænz lˈænd, wɪð ɐ bˈʊlɪt θɹuː hɪz bɹˈeɪn ɐ klˈiːn, kwˈɪk dˈɛθ, θˈæŋk ɡˈɑːd nˈoʊ ɹˈaɪðɪŋ ˌɔn lˈaɪv wˈaɪɚz, nˈoʊ ˈaʊɚz ʌv hˈɪdiəs, hˈoʊpləs pˈeɪn ɪnðə mˈaɪɚ, ʌŋkˈɛɹd fɔːɹ, nˈoʊ slˈoʊ dˈaɪɪŋ dʒˈʌst wˈʌn kwˈɪk stˈæb wɛn hɪz blˈʌd wʌz hˈɑːt wɪððə pˈæʃən ʌv wˈɔːɹ ænd hɪz hˈɑːɹt wʌz æt ðə hˈaɪɪst. ðə nˈuːz kˈeɪm stɹˈeɪt tə dˈɪk, æz mˈaɪki hæd kˈɛɹfəli plˈænd ɪt ʃˈʊd.