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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peace, Blessed Peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things,<br>With Death across the way, 'n' traps <br>What little Fritz the German flings <br>Explodin' in yer lunch pe'aps, <br>It ain't all glory for a bloke', <br>It ain't all corfee 'ot and stoo, <br>Nor wavin' banners in the smoke, <br>Or practisin' the bay'net stroke— <br>We has our little troubles, too! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's Trigger Ribb bin seein' red <br>'N' raisin' Cain because he had, <br>Back in the caverns iv his 'ead, <br>A 'oller tooth run ravin' mad. <br>Pore Trigger up 'n' down the trench <br>Was jiggin' like a blithered loan, <br>'N' every time she give a wrench <br>You orter seen the beggar blench, <br>You orter 'eard him play a toon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sullen shells was pawin' blind, <br>A-feelin' for us grim as sin, <br>While now 'n' then we'd likely find <br>A dizzy bomb come limpin' in. <br>But Trigger simply let 'er sizz. <br>He 'ardly begged to be excused. <br>This was no damn concern of his. <br>He twined a muffler round his phiz, <br>'N' fearful was the words he used. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lest we be getting' cock-a-whoop <br>Ole 'Ans tries out his box of tricks. <br>His bullets all around the coop <br>Is peckin' like a million chicks. <br>But Trigger when they barks his snout <br>Don't sniff at it. He won't confess <br>They're on the earth—ignores the clout, <br>'N' makes the same old sung about <br>His brimmin' mug of bitterness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They raided us there in the mud <br>One day afore the dead sun rose. <br>Me oath, the mess of stuff and blood <br>Would give a slaughterman the joes! <br>And when the scrap is past and done, <br>Where's Trigger Ribb? The noble youth <br>Has got his bay'net in a Hun, <br>While down his cheeks the salt tears run. <br>Sez he to me “Gorbli'—this tooth!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A shell hoist Trigger in a tree. <br>We found him motherin' his jor. <br>“If this ache's goin' on,” sez he, <br>“So 'elp me, it'll spoil the war!” <br>Five collared Trigger on his perch, <br>They wired his molar to a bough, <br>Then give the anguished one a lurch, <br>'N' down he pitches. From that birch <br>His riddled tooth is hangin' now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This afternoon it's merry 'ell; <br>Grenades is comin' by the peck; <br>A big gun times us true 'n well, <br>And, oh! we gets it in the neck. <br>They lick out flames hat reach a mile, <br>The drip of lead will never cease. <br>But Trigger's pottin' all the while; <br>He sports a fond 'n' foolish smile- <br>“Thank Gord,” he sez, “a bit of peace!”</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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With Death across the way, 'n' traps 
What little Fritz the German flings 
Explodin' in yer lunch pe'aps, 
It ain't all glory for a bloke', 
It ain't all corfee 'ot and stoo, 
Nor wavin' banners in the..."></div>
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