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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trench Warfare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From trench to trench<br>You followed me, to speed<br>My penance at the midnight hour of life, <br>Once all was lost, and mine the greater need<br>You came again, to gloat, and turn the knife.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s always been the same<br>A thrust, then grief; <br>A few yards forward, then dig in, and damn the cost, <br>We worried at the borders of belief<br>To count advantage first, but never loss! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I can’t remember peace, <br>There’s never been<br>A time for me when war was not the game, <br>Each word a bullet, spat from lips that screamed; <br>You drank your deadly cocktails, then took aim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘Til I was sorely wounded, <br>Sick at heart, <br>And pounded by the mortars of your mind; <br>I slept in foxholes, waking with a start<br>To seek relief in silence, marking time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While tanks, like thunder<br>Rolled across my soul<br>To leave their shadow-tracks upon my brain, <br>My thoughts were camouflaged, and left untold, <br>I worked at night, while you explored your pain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I lost my way, as if<br>I’d ever known<br>The forward from the back, the bleak terrain<br>That you and I once conquered, then disowned<br>Has left me not a landmark I could claim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And so to this, the shadow<br>That at night<br>Will beckon me toward some ancient death, <br>When life has lost its paltry appetite<br>And I, the walking wounded, give it breath.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=366018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">12 February 1991</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a></strong></div>

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