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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Counter-Attack</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’d gained our first objective hours before <br>While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, <br>Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. <br>Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, <br>With bombers posted, Lewis guns well placed, <br>And clink of shovels deepening the shallow trench. <br>The place was rotten with dead; green clumsy legs <br>High-booted, sprawled and grovelled along the saps <br>And trunks, face downward, in the sucking mud, <br>Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled; <br>And naked sodden buttocks, mats of hair, <br>Bulged, clotted heads slept in the plastering slime. <br>And then the rain began,—the jolly old rain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A yawning soldier knelt against the bank, <br>Staring across the morning blear with fog; <br>He wondered when the Allemands would get busy; <br>And then, of course, they started with five-nines <br>Traversing, sure as fate, and never a dud. <br>Mute in the clamour of shells he watched them burst <br>Spouting dark earth and wire with gusts from hell, <br>While posturing giants dissolved in drifts of smoke. <br>He crouched and flinched, dizzy with galloping fear, <br>Sick for escape,—loathing the strangled horror <br>And butchered, frantic gestures of the dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An officer came blundering down the trench: <br>‘Stand-to and man the fire-step!’ On he went... <br>Gasping and bawling, ‘Fire-step ... counter-attack!’ <br>Then the haze lifted. Bombing on the right <br>Down the old sap: machine-guns on the left; <br>And stumbling figures looming out in front. <br>‘O Christ, they’re coming at us!’ Bullets spat, <br>And he remembered his rifle ... rapid fire... <br>And started blazing wildly ... then a bang <br>Crumpled and spun him sideways, knocked him out <br>To grunt and wriggle: none heeded him; he choked <br>And fought the flapping veils of smothering gloom, <br>Lost in a blurred confusion of yells and groans... <br>Down, and down, and down, he sank and drowned, <br>Bleeding to death. The counter-attack had failed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</a><div class=q>
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While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, 
Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, blind with smoke. 
Things seemed all right at first. We held their line, 
With bombers posted, Lewis guns well placed, ..."></div>
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