Tuesday, November 25, 2014


The first day we scarcely knew each other
Soldiers from different units and divisions
Not all speaking the same language and some
Not speaking any language at all. I was pretty sure
The man beside me had been on the other side
But felt it would be impolitic to point it out
By twos and threes, by ones and less than ones
We found each other in the dark, in the cold;
The dead were there, of course, but by morning
Had wandered off. The bugler had lost his horn
So stood on a rock and shouted us awake.
We formed ranks and waited for the corporal
Who thought a bit and pointed south by southeast.

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