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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song Of Winter Weather</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It isn't the foe that we fear;<br> It isn't the bullets that whine;<br>It isn't the business career<br> Of a shell, or the bust of a mine;<br>It isn't the snipers who seek<br> To nip our young hopes in the bud:<br>No, it isn't the guns,<br>And it isn't the Huns --<br> It's the MUD,<br>  MUD,<br>  MUD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It isn't the melee we mind.<br>That often is rather good fun.<br> It isn't the shrapnel we find<br>Obtrusive when rained by the ton;<br> It isn't the bounce of the bombs<br>That gives us a positive pain:<br> It's the strafing we get<br>When the weather is wet --<br> It's the RAIN,<br>  RAIN,<br>  RAIN.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It isn't because we lack grit<br> We shrink from the horrors of war.<br>We don't mind the battle a bit;<br> In fact that is what we are for;<br>It isn't the rum-jars and things<br> Make us wish we were back in the fold:<br>It's the fingers that freeze<br>In the boreal breeze --<br> It's the COLD,<br>  COLD,<br>  COLD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the rain, the mud, and the cold,<br> The cold, the mud, and the rain;<br>With weather at zero it's hard for a hero<br> From language that's rude to refrain.<br>With porridgy muck to the knees,<br> With sky that's a-pouring a flood,<br>Sure the worst of our foes<br>Are the pains and the woes<br> Of the RAIN,<br> THE COLD,<br>  AND THE MUD.</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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