“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. “He’s a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack as the slogged us to Arras with riffle and pack. But he did for them both by his plan of attack. -...
The dawn of the morn for glory, the hush of the night for peace. In the garden at eve says the story, god walks and his smile brings release.
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I love a good bank holiday.
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