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Mark R Slaughter


Pride


Pride struck the pose; the bugle hailed
And bid them stand a little taller - ‘Chest out! '
They'd fought their battles years ago ‘You know,
When I were a lad, we ‘ad it bad! '
And e'er the stories came - raging battles,
Rations, lice and all! Survival MEANT
Survival in the field - oh yes, the message
Travelled home! But I could listen - smitten
By the tales in old and craggy faces,
Pushing up the pride in bushy brows -
Forever; standing up together with a rank of
Men that did us proud…
But now the pectoralis major screamed
The order ‘Shen! ' and other spiky words.

And though attrition in the numbers brought
The annual tears, comfort always came in
One evergreen line: We Shall Remember Them





Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride
Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride
Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride
Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride
Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride
Pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride: : pride

Submitted: Thursday, February 18, 2010
Edited: Thursday, April 05, 2012

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