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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When the French Band Plays</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,<br>In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.<br>It can rouse the blood to battle with its patriotic tunes,<br>And still render hymns as gentle as a prayer.<br>When it starts 'Ave Maria' there is no one in the throng<br>But would doff his cap, his heart to heaven raise;<br>And who would shrink from combat when, with brasses sounding strong,<br>There is flung out on the breeze 'La Marseillaise'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it starts to render 'Sambre et Meuse,' the march that won the day<br>At the battle of the Marne, one sees again<br>The grey-green hosts of Hundom melt before the stern array<br>Of our gallant sister-ally's blue-clad men.<br>And when it plays our Anthem, with rendition bold and clear--<br>While the khaki lads stand steady--then we feel<br>That, though tongues and ways may vary, we've found brothers over here,<br>Tried in war, and in allegiance true as steel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For it's olive-drab, horizon-blue, packed closely side by side,<br>Till their colors set ablaze the grey old square;<br>And it's olive-drab, horizon-blue, whatever may betide,<br>That will blaze the way to victory 'up there.'<br>So, while standing thus together, let us pledge anew our troth<br>To the Cause--the world set free!--for which we fight.<br>As the evening twilight gilds the ranks of blue and khaki both,<br>And the the bugles die away into the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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