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Dotted Line
‘Your country needs you!’
Came the breathless whine,
As we put our names
On the dotted line.
Everyone went;
We all joined the queue.
No questions were asked.
None of us knew
About proper war;
We weren’t playing games:
Grenades in an ambush,
A tank crew in flames.
Although we were told
That problems were shared,
It soon became clear
That ...
Sunday 23rd March 2025 8:50 am
Bevin Boy
Bevin Boy
Ernest Bevin got his pound of flesh
as I sucked on my Woodbine,
one of the ‘lucky’ ten percent
who were standing there in line
waiting to be conscripted -
but they decided to assign
me to a living hell
and send me down the mine.
So I toiled for years in darkness
and breathed in black diamond dust,
until my back was broken
along with all the t...
Sunday 16th September 2018 12:36 pm
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