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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corporal Stare</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back from the line one night in June, <br>I gave a dinner at Bethune— <br>Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal <br>Money could buy or batman steal. <br>Five hungry lads welcomed the fish<br>With shouts that nearly cracked the dish; <br>Asparagus came with tender tops, <br>Strawberries in cream, and mutton chops. <br>Said Jenkins, as my hand he shook, <br>“They’ll put this in the history book.” <br>We bawled Church anthems in choro <br>Of Bethlehem and Hermon snow, <br>With drinking songs, a jolly sound <br>To help the good red Pommard round. <br>Stories and laughter interspersed,<br>We drowned a long La Bassée thirst— <br>Trenches in June make throats damned dry. <br>Then through the window suddenly, <br>Badge, stripes and medals all complete, <br>We saw him swagger up the street,<br>Just like a live man—Corporal Stare! <br>Stare! Killed last May at Festubert. <br>Caught on patrol near the Boche wire, <br>Torn horribly by machine-gun fire! <br>He paused, saluted smartly, grinned,<br>Then passed away like a puff of wind, <br>Leaving us blank astonishment. <br>The song broke, up we started, leant <br>Out of the window—nothing there, <br>Not the least shadow of Corporal Stare,<br>Only a quiver of smoke that showed <br>A fag-end dropped on the silent road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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I gave a dinner at Bethune— 
Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal 
Money could buy or batman steal. 
Five hungry lads welcomed the fish
With shouts that nearly cracked the dish; 
Asparagus came with tender..."></div>
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