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Mar 2014
Although we were told
that casualties would be high,
still we rose up,
answering the officer's whistle-
moving our legs through the muck-
cutting our way through
the barbed wire of doubt-

We charged across Love's minefield
driving the foe before us
at this, Love's Passchendaele.
Love's field is a battlefield and Love takes no prisoners.   At the battle of  Passchendaele the casualty rate nearly matched the current American divorce rate.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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