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The sound of whistle A rattle of gunfire Dodging the shrapnel Straight over the barbed wire Heading towards the enemy, I hold my breath Say a prayer, as we plunge into our death Through the smoke, mud and lead Our foe lies just ahead Clasping my rifle tight Their guns ablaze with spite We get so close, yet still too far With burst of fire I go down No one near, I choke a cry No one hears, my time is nigh See my comrades falling down In the shrill their voices drown The wailing shells - our passing bells Soon my friends we'll meet again And so we die at Passchendaele
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Passchendaele
The sound of whistle A rattle of gunfire Dodging the shrapnel Straight over the barbed wire Heading towards the enemy, I hold my breath Say a prayer, as we plunge into our death Through the smoke, mud and lead Our foe lies just ahead Clasping my rifle tight Their guns ablaze with spite We get so close, yet still too far With burst of fire I go down No one near, I choke a cry No one hears, my time is nigh See my comrades falling down In the shrill their voices drown The wailing shells - our passing bells Soon my friends we'll meet again And so we die at Passchendaele
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
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