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May 4
KAMERADSCHAFT



"Friend...friend!" the German cried

( he could have been my twin )

I paused - then plunged the bayonet in






he stared into my eyes

clutched the bayonet

with bleeding hands







"Die you ****** die!"

I swore at him

"Friend..." he said "Friend"





and every night

for over forty years

I **** him again and again
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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