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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357389" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Message: Armistice Day 1936</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way <br>From one ole pal of mine, gone West this many an' many a day, <br>A bloke the name of Ginger Mick, a fightin' cove I knoo. <br>(But 'e's Digger Corporal Mick Esquire, late A.I.F., to you) <br>'E got 'is on Gallipoli, an' sleeps there with the best, <br>Not leavin' very much be'ind, excep' one small request. <br>'Look after things,' was all 'e said, when 'e was mortal 'urt. <br>Dead sure 'is mates - that's me an' you - would never do 'im dirt. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Think of it in the Silence, with yer 'eads bowed low: <br>Do we keep the unspoke compact with the men we used to know?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I dreams it in the silence of a dark Remembrance Eve; <br>An' the message seems to tell me it is gettin' late to grieve. <br>'But if you seem to miss us still, then get the sob-stuff o'er, <br>An' think about the things wot we went an' fought a war. <br>Send up a pray`r an' dropp a tear an' bend a reverent knee - <br>(Says Digger Corporal Ginger Mick, A.I.F., says 'e) <br>But is them things we fought for still the things most dear to you: <br>The honor an' the glory an' the mateship that we knew?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Think of it in the Silence, when the Last Post plays - <br>The splendid glimpse of Truth we 'ad, once, in the bitter days) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Grief is a passin' compliment,' the message seems to say; <br>But tears don't carry on the job for men that drift away. <br>We 'ad small time or taste for such where guns was raisin' 'ell, <br>When we got busy plantin' blokes an' wishin' 'em farewell. <br>We blowed sad music over 'em - plain Digs, or Brass 'at Knuts - <br>But we played a quick-step comin' back, to show we 'ad the guts. <br>Our speech was rough, our ways was tough - tough as our bloody game. <br>Are the rough, tough, lads still honored, like when the Terror came?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Think of it, in the Silence, when their spirits hover near: <br>The vision and the vows that held while still the land knew fear.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E's sleepin' on Gallipoli. At least, 'is bones is there: <br>Bones worth a ton of livin' flesh that won't play fair - <br>Not till the Terror comes again. 'An' when it does,' says 'e, <br>If gods you've worshipped let you down, well, don't blame me.' <br>'E's seen a lot, an' learned a lot most like, where 'e 'as gone; <br>An' 'eaven 'elp us when we meet if we ain't carried on. <br>A vulgar person, Ginger Mick, a fightin' cove I knoo - <br>(But Digger Corporal Ginger Mick, if you please, to you.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Think of it in the Silence; an', if you pray, pray deep <br>That all we 'ave an' all we are old loyalties shall keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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From one ole pal of mine, gone West this many an' many a day, 
A bloke the name of Ginger Mick, a fightin' cove I knoo. 
(But 'e's Digger Corporal Mick Esquire, late A.I.F., to you) 
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