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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357816" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boys Out There</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why do they do it? I dunno,'<br>Sez Digger Smith. 'Yeh got me beat.<br>Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is true,<br>An' some is rather umptydoo,<br>An' some is - indiscreet.<br>But them that don't get to the crowd,<br>Them is the ones would make you proud.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Digger Smith an' other blokes<br>'Oo 'ave returned it's much the same:<br>They'll talk uv wot they've seen an' done<br>When they've been out to 'ave their fun;<br>But no word uv the game.<br>On fights an' all the tale uv blood<br>Their talk, as they remark, is dud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's so with soldiers, I 'ave 'eard,<br>All times. The things they 'ave done,<br>War-mad, with blood before their eyes,<br>An' their ears wild fightin' cries,<br>They ever after shun.<br>P'r'aps they forget; or find it well<br>Not to recall too much uv 'Ell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when they won't loose up their talk<br>It's 'ard for us to understand<br>'Ow all those boys we used to know,<br>Ole Billo, Jim an' Tom an' Joe,<br>Done things to beat the band.<br>We knoo they'd fight; but they've became<br>'Ead ringers at the fightin' game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, wot I've 'eard from Digger Smith<br>An' other soldier blokes like 'im<br>I've put together bit by bit,<br>An' chewed a long time over it;<br>An' now I've got a dim<br>An' 'azy notion in me 'ead<br>Why they is battlers, born an' bred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wot did they know uv war first off,<br>When they joined up? Wot did I know<br>When I was tossed out on me neck<br>As if I was a shattered wreck<br>The time I tried to go?<br>Flat feet! Me feet 'as len'th and brea'th<br>Enough to kick a 'Un to death!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They don't know nothing, bein' reared<br>Out 'ere where war 'as never spread <br>'A land by bloodless conquest won,'<br>As some son uv a writin' gun<br>Sez in a book I read <br>They don't know nix but wot they're told<br>At school; an' that sticks till they're old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeh've got to take the kid at school,<br>Gettin' 'is 'ist'ry lesson learned <br>Then tales uv Nelson an' uv Drake,<br>Uv Wellington an' Fightin' Blake.<br>'Is little 'eart 'as burned<br>To get right out an' 'ave a go,<br>An' sock it into some base foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothin' but glory fills 'is mind;<br>The British charge is somethin' grand;<br>The soldier that 'e reads about<br>Don't 'ave no time for fear an' doubt;<br>'E's the 'eroic brand.<br>So, when the boy gets in the game,<br>'E jist wades in an' does the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not bein' old 'ands at the stunt,<br>They simply does as they are told;<br>But, bein' Aussies - Spare me days! <br>They never thinks uv other ways,<br>But does it brave an' bold.<br>That's 'arf; an' for the other part<br>Yeh got to go back to the start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeh've got to go right back to Dad,<br>To Gran'dad and the pioneers,<br>'Oo packed up all their bag uv tricks<br>An' come out 'ere in fifty-six,<br>An' battled thro' the years;<br>Our Gran'dads; and their women, too,<br>That 'ad the grit to face the new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's that old stock; an', more than that,<br>It's Bill an' Jim an' ev'ry son<br>Gettin' three good meat meals a day<br>An' 'eaps uv chance to go an' play<br>Out in the bonzer sun.<br>It's partly that; but, don't forget,<br>When it's all said, there's something yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's something yet; an' there I'm beat.<br>Crowds uv these lads I've known, but then,<br>They 'ave got somethin' from this war,<br>Somethin' they never 'ad before,<br>That makes 'em better men.<br>Better? There's no word I can get<br>To name it right. There's somethin' yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We 'ear a lot about reward;<br>We praise, an' sling the cheers about;<br>But there was debts we can't repay<br>Piled up on us one single day <br>When that first list come out.<br>There ain't no way to pay that debt.<br>Do wot we can - there's somethin' yet.</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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Sez Digger Smith. 'Yeh got me beat.
Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is true,
An' some is rather umptydoo,
An' some is - indiscreet.
But them that don't get to the crowd,
Them is the ones would make you proud.'

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