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Mar 2013
© 2013 (By Jim Sularz)

Let me muse a bit,
below the parapet.
And bask awhile,
in the sun and grit.
That I should ****,
or be killed instead?
Come my battle cry . . .
“Fix bayonets!”

. . . Dare I charge headlong,
beyond this pit?
Through War’s slaughterhouse,
past the blood and spit.
Do as I’m told,
without regret?
As I plunge over . . .
my epitaph.
(Commemorating the 100th Anniversary of WW1)
1914-1918
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Jim Sularz
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