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Laurence Binyon
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted:
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
I just posted a new story "Chicken Dance", second in the series "War Stories".
Like "Private Schmedlapp", it is written in the first person voice. Both of these are from my life, but other stories to come will not be. Never the less, they will be written in the first person, because I suck at writing when I try to use third person voice.
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