The rhythmic crunch of the marching feet,
Down the cobbled roads in the summer heat.
Soldiers in serge, so ready and willing,
Carriages on trains, their young bodies filling,
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Some times I get such a strong and almost overwelming feeling from a piece that has had so much consideration taken over it....this is one of those times All the best Ernestine Love duncan X
yet the sacrifices are soon forgotten and the lessons go unheeded. Dulce et decorum pro patria Mori The oldest and greatest lie still reigns supreme