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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye. <br>He had half a mind to scold her. <br>An officer's mother and not keep dry <br>The epaulet on his shoulder. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He had forgotten mother and fame, <br>His mind in a blood-mist floated, <br>But when reeling back from carnage they came, <br>One told him: "You are promoted!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His friend smiled up from the wet red sand, <br>The look was afar, eternal, <br>But he tried to salute with his shattered hand: <br>"Room now for another colonel!" </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Again he raged in that lurid hell <br>Where the country he loved had thrown him. <br>"You are promoted!" shrieked a shell. <br>His mother would not have known him.</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=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a></strong></div>

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