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For David Jones, 1895-1974 Poet, Artist Pte., Royal Welch Fusiliers One can go back to one's own home… and everything is so changed that one is a stranger. ― Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear I went away, a young and foolish lad Imagining I would go home someday Made manly in the war, someone to respect Admired by all in the old, familiar scenes There was only exile. Echoes and screams Fumbling through the flashbacks for charger clips And stepping carefully lest the lawn explode In dreams lit only by parachute flares While waiting for the order for volley fire And is the safety on? Or am I off?
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Under the Shadow-Tree - on Remembrance Day
For David Jones, 1895-1974 Poet, Artist Pte., Royal Welch Fusiliers One can go back to one's own home… and everything is so changed that one is a stranger. ― Graham Greene, The Ministry of Fear I went away, a young and foolish lad Imagining I would go home someday Made manly in the war, someone to respect Admired by all in the old, familiar scenes There was only exile. Echoes and screams Fumbling through the flashbacks for charger clips And stepping carefully lest the lawn explode In dreams lit only by parachute flares While waiting for the order for volley fire And is the safety on? Or am I off?
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
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