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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope;<br> It got to shammin' wounded an' retirin' from the 'alt.<br>'Ole companies was lookin' for the nearest road to slope;<br> It were just a bloomin' knock-out -- an' our fault!<br> <br> Now there ain't no chorus 'ere to give,<br> Nor there ain't no band to play;<br> An' I wish I was dead 'fore I done what I did,<br> Or seen what I seed that day!<br> <br>We was sick o' bein' punished, an' we let 'em know it, too;<br> An' a company-commander up an' 'it us with a sword,<br>An' some one shouted &quot;'Ook it!&quot; an' it come to ~sove-ki-poo~,<br> An' we chucked our rifles from us -- O my Gawd!<br> <br>There was thirty dead an' wounded on the ground we wouldn't keep --<br> No, there wasn't more than twenty when the front begun to go;<br>But, Christ! along the line o' flight they cut us up like sheep,<br> An' that was all we gained by doin' so.<br> <br>I 'eard the knives be'ind me, but I dursn't face my man,<br> Nor I don't know where I went to, 'cause I didn't 'alt to see,<br>Till I 'eard a beggar squealin' out for quarter as 'e ran,<br> An' I thought I knew the voice an' -- it was me!<br> <br>We was 'idin' under bedsteads more than 'arf a march away;<br> We was lyin' up like rabbits all about the countryside;<br>An' the major cursed 'is Maker 'cause 'e lived to see that day,<br> An' the colonel broke 'is sword acrost, an' cried.<br> <br>We was rotten 'fore we started -- we was never disci~plined~;<br> We made it out a favour if an order was obeyed;<br>Yes, every little drummer 'ad 'is rights an' wrongs to mind,<br> So we had to pay for teachin' -- an' we paid!<br> <br>The papers 'id it 'andsome, but you know the Army knows;<br> We was put to groomin' camels till the regiments withdrew,<br>An' they gave us each a medal for subduin' England's foes,<br> An' I 'ope you like my song -- because it's true!<br> <br> An' there ain't no chorus 'ere to give,<br> Nor there ain't no band to play;<br> But I wish I was dead 'fore I done what I did,<br> Or seen what I seed that day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 It got to shammin' wounded an' retirin' from the 'alt.
'Ole companies was lookin' for the nearest road to slope;
 It were just a bloomin' knock-out -- an' our fault!
 
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