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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
Kursk (A provocation!)
We feel bad about our provocation;
We didn’t mean to cause you such upset.
Of course, you are innocent and blameless;
Our troops were only sent in for a bet.
Our little strategic incursion
Was even-handed and sincerely meant.
There was no wish to violate your borders;
No malice was contained in our intent.
Wait a second, though! At provocation,
You’ve shown you...
Saturday 10th August 2024 8:30 am
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