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In Flanders fields
The Hero
Out West
The letter
The dreamers
Song-books of the war
The one-legged man
Break of day
The next war
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The General
The chances
Quo vadis Anzac?
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At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.

The barrage roars and lifts.
Then, clumsily bowed with bombs and guns
and shovels and battle-gear,

Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,

While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!


Siegfried Sassoon


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