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Aug 2013
The deafening pounding from the heavy guns,
the sloshing of mud under foot,
the call of the sergeant to standby,
the whistle that blows a signal to us,
and the roar of a million men shouting
Written by
Brodie Corrigan  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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