Red Army Day Poem by A. P. Herbert

Red Army Day



Red soldier, still we cannot believe the things we see:
It is five hundred leagues from Stalingrad to Spree!
And you, the 'ragged rabble' that could not hope to win,
Have fought with faith and fury from Moscow to Berlin.
Not only now in Moscow the guns of honour roll:
All the wide world is firing a salvo from the soul.
February 25, 1945

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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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