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THE PLACE WHERE ONLY DEAD MEN SLEEP
Decaying corpses, unique stench
With cordite blowing, past our trench
I no longer hear the warning rattle
But smell and taste impending battle
In the distance sounds a Lewis Gun
Maybe aimed at some unlucky Hun
So far in front of our barbed wire
Amongst the brown serrated mire
The Corporal said this place was ‘Wipers’
Mud and blood and German Snipers
The Sergeant Major called it Ypres
...
Sunday 1st November 2015 10:59 pm
RANGE STEW
"Unload!.... safety catch, pouch, magazine off..
(From the range we smell the scoff)
"Clear, ease springs"
The Sergeant sings
Time to queue up at the trough
There's nothing quite like the old 'Range Stew'
Two rounds of bread with a nice hot brew
From the mess tin
I'm not jestin'
Made by chefs who have no clue
Soft boot shuffle with your mate
No place here...
Thursday 7th August 2014 9:58 pm
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