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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508171" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of The Sandbags</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh<br> (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss).<br>And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche,<br> I guess they're mostly decent, just the same as most of us.<br>I guess they loves their 'omes and kids as much as you or me;<br> And just the same as you or me they'd rather shake than fight;<br>And if we'd 'appened to be born at Berlin-on-the-Spree,<br> We'd be out there with 'Ans and Fritz, dead sure that we was right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A-standin' up to the sandbags<br> It's funny the thoughts wot come;<br>Starin' into the darkness,<br> 'Earin' the bullets 'um;<br>(Zing! Zip! Ping! Rip!<br> 'ark 'ow the bullets 'um!)<br>A-leanin' against the sandbags<br> Wiv me rifle under me ear,<br>Oh, I've 'ad more thoughts on a sentry-go<br> Than I used to 'ave in a year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder, Bill, if 'Ans and Fritz is wonderin' like me<br> Wot's at the bottom of it all? Wot all the slaughter's for?<br>'E thinks 'e's right (of course 'e ain't) but this we both agree,<br> If them as made it 'ad to fight, there wouldn't be no war.<br>If them as lies in feather beds while we kips in the mud;<br> If them as makes their fortoons while we fights for 'em like 'ell;<br>If them as slings their pot of ink just 'ad to sling their blood:<br> By Crust! I'm thinkin' there 'ud be another tale to tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shiverin' up to the sandbags,<br> With a hicicle 'stead of a spine,<br>Don't it seem funny the things you think<br> 'Ere in the firin' line:<br>(Whee! Whut! Ziz! Zut!<br> Lord! 'ow the bullets whine!)<br>Hunkerin' down when a star-shell<br> Cracks in a sputter of light,<br>You can jaw to yer soul by the sandbags<br> Most any old time o' night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They talks o' England's glory and a-'oldin' of our trade,<br> Of Empire and 'igh destiny until we're fair flim-flammed;<br>But if it's for the likes o' that that bloody war is made,<br> Then wot I say is: Empire and 'igh destiny be damned!<br>There's only one good cause, Bill, for poor blokes like us to fight:<br> That's self-defence, for 'earth and 'ome, and them that bears our name;<br>And that's wot I'm a-doin' by the sandbags 'ere to-night. . . .<br> But Fritz out there will tell you 'e's a-doin' of the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Starin' over the sandbags,<br> Sick of the 'ole damn thing;<br>Firin' to keep meself awake,<br> 'Earin' the bullets sing.<br>(Hiss! Twang! Tsing! Pang!<br> Saucy the bullets sing.)<br>Dreamin' 'ere by the sandbags<br> Of a day when war will cease,<br>When 'Ans and Fritz and Bill and me<br> Will clink our mugs in fraternity,<br>And the Brotherhood of Labour will be<br> The Brotherhood of Peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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 (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss).
And though I strafes 'em good and 'ard I doesn't 'ate the Boche,
 I guess they're mostly decent, just the same as most of us.
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