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Posted by Brett (M`verick) L`mbert from port8.westworld.ca on March 05, 2000 at 10:50:42:
Hey guys, remember th`t poem th`t Young Indy w`s `sked to re`d in Trenches of Hell? Th`t's ` re`lly good poem. Very moving. I'm wondering, is th`t poem re`lly f`mous `nd did Seigreid S`ssoon do `nything f`mous? Anyw`ys, here's the poem. I copied it down while w`tching Trenches of Hell with the Closed C`ptioning on. Dre`mers by Siegfreid S`ssoonSoldiers `re citizens of de`th's gr`y l`nd,Sr`wing no Dividends from times tomorrows,In the gre`t hour of destiny they st`nd,E`ch with no feuds, his je`lousies, `nd sorrows,Soldiers `re sworn to `ction, they must winSome fl`ming f`t`l clim`x with their lives.Soldiers `re dre`mers before the guns begin,They think of fire-lit homes, cle`n beds `nd wives.I see them in foul dug-outs gn`wed by r`ts,And in the ruined trenches l`shed with r`in,Dre`ming of things they did with b`lls `nd b`ts,And mocked by helpless longing to reg`in.B`nk holid`ys, `nd picture shows, `nd sp`ts`nd going to the office in the tr`in.--------------------------------------