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"He's a cheery old card," grunted Harry to Jack As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack. * * * * * But he did for them both by his plan of attack. HE'S A CHEERY OLD GOD GRUNTED HARRY TO JACK AS THEY SLOGGED UP TO ARS WITH RIFLE AND PACK BUT HE DID FOR THEM BOTH BY HIS PLAN OF ATTACK
 the line to death. You'd see me with my puffy petulant face, Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel, Reading the Roll of Honour. "Poor young chap," I'd say--"I used to know his father well; Yes, we've lost heavily in this last scrap." And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed. LAMENTATIONS I found him in a guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest. And, all because his brother had gone West, Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling Half-naked on the floor. In my belief Such men have lost all patriotic feeling. THE GENERAL "Good-morning; good-morning!" the General said When we met him last week on our way to the Line, Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of 'em dead, And we're cursing his staff for incompetent swine.  SECTION TWENTY NINE OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIFREY TESSOON BY SIGRISSOON READ FOR LIVER BOX DOT ORG BY MARK HISSONG THE GENERAL GOOD MORNING GOOD MORNING THE GENERAL SAID WHEN WE MET HIM LAST WEEK ON OUR WAY TO THE LINE NOW THE SOLDIERS HE SMILED AT ARE MOST OF EM DEAD AND WERE CURSING A STAFF FOR INCOMPETENCE WINE
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