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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Herman Won The Cross</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once in a blue eternity they gave us <br>dabs of rum <br>To close the seams 'n' keep the flume in <br>liquor-tight condition; <br>But, soft 'n' sentimental, when the long, cold <br>evenin's come, <br>I'd dream me nibs was dronking' to the height <br>of his ambition, <br>With rights of suction over all the breweries <br>there are, <br>Where barrels squat, like Brahma gods, in <br>Mother Hardy's bar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had me fit of longin' on the night the Ger- <br>mans came, <br>All breathin' lioke a gas attack. The air <br>was halcholic. <br>We smelt 'em in the darkness, 'n' our rage <br>went up in flame. <br>It was envy, squealin' envy, put the ginger <br>in the frolic. <br>We shot 'em full of spelter, then went over it <br>to spite <br>The swines what drunk the liquor that was <br>ours by common right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“If this ain't stopped, 'n' quick,” sez we, <br>“there won't be left a drop <br>To celebrate the vict'ry when we capture <br>their position.” <br>I'm prowlin' blind, when sharp there comes a <br>fond, familiar plop- <br>Swung round a post, a German in a pitiful <br>condition <br>Looms over me. He's sprung a cork, and <br>shales a flask on high, <br>'N' sings of beer that touchin' it would make <br>a butcher cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sez he: “Berloffed kamarid, you haf some <br>drinks mit you.” <br>I meant to spike him where he waved, <br>but altered me intention. <br>'N' “If you put it thus,” sez I, “I don't <br>care if I do.” <br>We had a drink together. There's a tem- <br>por'y suspension <br>Of hostilities to sample contraband 'n' other <br>stuff <br>In the enemy's possession. Which I think <br>he's had enough. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Hun had thirty pockets, 'n' he'd stowed <br>a flask in each, <br>'N' presently I'm thinkin' I could love him <br>like a brother. <br>He's talkin' fond 'n' friendly in outlandish <br>parts of speech. <br>“You're prisoner of war,” I sez; 'n' then <br>we had another. <br>Ten flasks he pours into his hat, 'n' fills it <br>to the brim, <br>'N' weeps 'n' sez his frau she will be waitin' <br>up for him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drink each other's health, 'n' know no <br>henmity nor fear. <br>I see I've got to pinch him, but he's out to <br>do his div. in, <br>'N' don't care if he don't go home till day- <br>light doth appear. <br>Sez he: “I pud you home to bed upside dot <br>'ouse you live in.” <br>He shakes his finger in me eye: “Mein friendt, <br>you're preddy trunk!” <br>Then arm in arm through No Man's land we <br>does a social bunk. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Fear afoot. Comes more than once <br>the glug of sudden death. <br>We're rockin' fine 'n' careless where the <br>rifle fire is breakin', <br>'N' singin' most uproar'ous, in the bomb's <br>disgustin' breath, <br>Of girls, 'n' drink, 'n' cheerful sprees, 'n' <br>'Herman thinks he's takin' <br>A cobber home to somewhere in an subbub <br>damp 'n' dim, <br>Whereas I know fer certain it is me is takin' <br>him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somehow, sometime, I lands him where he's <br>safely put to bed. <br>I wake nex' day, 'n' holy smoke! I'm pri- <br>soner with the German. <br>Me mouth is like an ashpan, there's hot fish- <br>bolts in me head, <br>'N' through the barb-wire peerin' is me <br>foreigh cobber 'Erman. <br>“Ve capdure each lasd nighd,” sez he “you <br>home haf bring me, boss.” <br>For bravery in takin' me, he got the Iron <br>Cross!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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