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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rear-Guard</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Groping along the tunnel, step by step, <br>He winked his prying torch with patching glare <br>From side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tins, boxes, bottles, shapes too vague to know, <br>A mirror smashed, the mattress from a bed; <br>And he, exploring fifty feet below <br>The rosy gloom of battle overhead. <br>Tripping, he grapped the wall; saw someone lie <br>Humped at his feet, half-hidden by a rug, <br>And stooped to give the sleeper's arm a tug. <br>&quot;I'm looking for headquarters.&quot; No reply. <br>&quot;God blast your neck!&quot; (For days he'd had no sleep.) <br>&quot;Get up and guide me through this stinking place.&quot; <br>Savage, he kicked a soft, unanswering heap, <br>And flashed his beam across the livid face <br>Terribly glaring up, whose eyes yet wore <br>Agony dying hard ten days before; <br>And fists of fingers clutched a blackening wound. <br>Alone he staggered on until he found <br>Dawn's ghost that filtered down a shafted stair <br>To the dazed, muttering creatures underground <br>Who hear the boom of shells in muffled sound. <br>At last, with sweat of horror in his hair, <br>He climbed through darkness to the twilight air, <br>Unloading hell behind him step by step.</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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He winked his prying torch with patching glare 
From side to side, and sniffed the unwholesome air.

Tins, boxes, bottles, shapes too vague to know, 
A mirror smashed, the mattress from a bed; 
And he, expl..."></div>
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