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Ernest M. Hemingway

CHAMPS D'HONNEUR

Soldiers never do die well;

Crosses mark the places-

Wooden crosses where they fell,

Stuck above their faces.

. Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch-

All the world roars red! and black;

Soldiers smother'in a ditch,

Choking through the whole attack.

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For we have thought the longer thoughts

And gone the shorter way.

And we have danced to devils' tunes,

Shivering home to pray;

To serve one master in the night,

Another in the day.