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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421380" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Unconquered Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;. . . defeated, with great loss.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame<br> Of them that flee, of them that basely yield;<br>Nor ours the shout of victory, the fame<br> Of them that vanquish in a stricken field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day of battle in the dusty heat<br> We lay and heard the bullets swish and sing<br>Like scythes amid the over-ripened wheat,<br> And we the harvest of their garnering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some yielded, No, not we! Not we, we swear<br> By these our wounds; this trench upon the hill<br>Where all the shell-strewn earth is seamed and bare,<br> Was ours to keep; and lo! we have it still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We might have yielded, even we, but death<br> Came for our helper; like a sudden flood<br>The crashing darkness fell; our painful breath<br> We drew with gasps amid the choking blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The roar fell faint and farther off, and soon<br> Sank to a foolish humming in our ears,<br>Like crickets in the long, hot afternoon<br> Among the wheat fields of the olden years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before our eyes a boundless wall of red<br> Shot through by sudden streaks of jagged pain!<br>Then a slow-gathering darkness overhead<br> And rest came on us like a quiet rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not we the conquered! Not to us the shame,<br> Who hold our earthen ramparts, nor shall cease<br>To hold them ever; victors we, who came<br> In that fierce moment to our honoured peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+McCrae">John McCrae</a><div class=q>
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Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame
 Of them that flee, of them that basely yield;
Nor ours the shout of victory, the fame
 Of them that vanquish in a stricken field.

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