22 Dec 2016

The Christmas Truce

1914, the troops knew the new war. Kept their heads below the sandbags, Knelt for days in flooding zigzags Of death; Sometimes the rats would aid Decomposition. Out there, the enemy huddles Likewise, and each mission Is to blast the faceless villains With good aim, but not good vision. Frost

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04 Sep 2014

A Thorn To Bless

What will I do with satan’s thorn Lodged deep in weakest access point? No pill to take No treatment makes It well, no method has supplied A cure, Steps stumble; Backward falls The soldier, boldly with a limp But limping on He goes, he goes, A carefully crafted grin All

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