Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Passchendaele


Although we were told
that casualties would be high,
still we rose up,
answering the officer's whistle-
moving our legs through the muck-
cutting our way through
the barbed wire of doubt-

We charged across Love's minefield
driving the foe before us
at this, Love's Passchendaele.

Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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Love's field is a battlefield and Love takes no prisoners. At the battle of Passchendaele the casualty rate nearly matched the current American divorce rate.

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