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12 DEDICATION
Here are a few others which have echoed in billets and dug-outs from Le Harve to the Somme, and which have accomÂpanied the wild abandon of drinking nights in Poperinghe and Bethune.
THE SOLDIER'S LETTER
" I've lost my rifle and bayonet, I've lost my pull-through too, I've lost the socks that you sent me That lasted the whole winter through, I've lost the razor that shaved me, I've lost my four-by-two, I've lost my hold-all and now I've got damn all Since I've lost you."
SING ME TO SLEEP
Sing me to sleep where bullets fall, Let me forget the war and all; Damp is my dug-out, cold my feet, Nothing but bully and biscuits to eat. Over the sandbags helmets you'll find Corpses in front and corpses behind. |
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