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May 4

"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
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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