The third day was so
cold the sun
Had shivered down
from the sky
To stand by the
kitchen fire.
We soldiers billeted
in the house
Shoved together to
make room
And shared what food
we had with him.
After a long pull
from the corporal’s flask
He coughed and shook
himself
Nodded
friendly-fashion all around
And returned to his
station.
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