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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chances</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I mind as 'ow the night afore that show<br>Us five got talking, -- we was in the know,<br>"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,<br>First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore it."<br>"Ah well," says Jimmy, -- an' 'e's seen some scrappin' --<br>"There ain't more nor five things as can 'appen;<br>Ye get knocked out; else wounded -- bad or cushy;<br>Scuppered; or nowt except yer feeling mushy." </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One of us got the knock-out, blown to chops.<br>T'other was hurt, like, losin' both 'is props.<br>An' one, to use the word of 'ypocrites,<br>'Ad the misfortoon to be took by Fritz.<br>Now me, I wasn't scratched, praise God Almighty<br>(Though next time please I'll thank 'im for a blighty),<br>But poor young Jim, 'e's livin' an' 'e's not;<br>'E reckoned 'e'd five chances, an' 'e's 'ad;<br>'E's wounded, killed, and pris'ner, all the lot --<br>The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim's mad.</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=Wilfred+Owen">Wilfred Owen</a></strong></div>

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