IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;
Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering place for Huns.
Death was guarding every roadway, death was watching every field,
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This poem makes the Battle of Belleau sound like a death trap. I can only infer that many lives were lost and that it was a battle.
I don't like you very much.