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It was a long long way through dark days and dank nights taking dark sides against the other against the distant against the odds. Trusting the relay of work horses to drag our destruction to haul our backsides to dredge our pain to our hollow - to some kind of victory that I'll never speak of again outside of my nightmare prayers for some kind of forgiveness. ----------------- Blessed are you, who are conscripted ,  when you are dragged into wars not of your choosing - For you will be remembered.
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
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It was a long long way through dark days and dank nights taking dark sides against the other against the distant against the odds. Trusting the relay of work horses to drag our destruction to haul our backsides to dredge our pain to our hollow - to some kind of victory that I'll never speak of again outside of my nightmare prayers for some kind of forgiveness. ----------------- Blessed are you, who are conscripted ,  when you are dragged into wars not of your choosing - For you will be remembered.
For my grandfather Ernest Page.   A boy from Brockley in South East London who fought in WW1 in the royal field artillery as a Gunnery Sgt.  Picture the movie War Horse and you'll get the idea.
stevejeff
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
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