Mister Chamberlain was wounded
At the Battle of the Somme.
He disappeared for seven months,
Lost to everyone.
He never did explain to me
How he made it back;
I was not yet ten years old:
Perhaps he thought I lacked
The ability to comprehend
All that pain and fear;
Perhaps he thought it would be best
In my tender years
Not to detail too graphically
Such horrific stuff -
Perhaps he held back, realized
I'd find out soon enough.
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