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Are you there?... Yes ... and the War won't end for at least two years; But we've got stacks of men.... I'm blind with tears, Staring into the dark. ARE YOU THERE YES AND THE WAR WON'T END FOR AT LEAST TWO YEARS BUT WE'VE GOT STACKS OF MEN I'M BLIND WITH TEARS STARING INTO THE DARK
you crawling back; You've finished with machine-gun fire-- Knocked over in a hopeless dud-attack. Somehow I always thought you'd get done in, Because you were so desperate keen to live: You were all out to try and save your skin, Well knowing how much the world had got to give. You joked at shells and talked the usual "shop," Stuck to your dirty job and did it fine: With "Jesus Christ! when _will_ it stop? Three years.... It's hell unless we break their line." So when they told me you'd been left for dead I wouldn't believe them, feeling it _must_ be true. Next week the bloody Roll of Honour said "Wounded and missing"--(That's the thing to do When lads are left in shell-holes dying slow, With nothing but blank sky and wounds that ache, Moaning for water till they know It's night, and then it's not worth while to wake!) * * * * * Good-bye, old lad! Remember me to God,. And tell Him that our Politicians swear They won't give in till Prussian Rule's been trod Under the Heel of England.... T NOW YOU'RE BEYOND THE WIRE NO EARTHLY CHANCE CAN SEND YOU CRAWLING BACK YOU'VE FINISHED WITH MACHINE GUN FIRE KNOCKED OVER IN A HOPELESS DUD ATTACK SOMEHOW I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU'D GET DONE IN BECAUSE YOU WERE SO DESPERATE KEEN TO LIVE YOU WERE ALL OUT TO TRY AND SAVE YOUR SKIN WELL KNOWING HOW MUCH THE WORLD HAD GOT TO GIVE YOU JOKED AT SHELLS AND TALKED THE USUAL SHOP STUCK TO YOUR DIRTY JOB AND DID IT FINE WITH JESUS CHRIST WHEN WILL IT STOP THREE YEARS IT'S HELL UNLESS WE BREAK THEIR LINE SO WHEN THEY TOLD ME YOU'D BEEN LEFT FOR DAD I WOULDN'T BELIEVE THEM FEELING IT MUST BE TRUE NEXT WEEK THE BLOODY ROLL OF HONOR SAID WOUNDED AND MISSING THAT'S THE THING TO DO WHEN LADS ARE LEFT IN SHELL HOLES DYING SLOW WITH NOTHING BUT BLANK SKY AND WOUNDS THAT AIN'T MOANING FOR WATER TILL THEY KNOW IT'S NIGHT AND THEN IT'S NOT WORTH WHILE TO WAKE GOOD BYE OLD LAD REMEMBER ME TO GOD AND TELL HIM THAT OUR POLITICIANS SWEAR THEY WON'T GIVE IN TILL PRUSSIAN RULES BEEN TROD UNDER THE HEEL OF ENGLAND
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