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Dotted Line
‘Your country needs you!’
Came the breathless whine,
As we put our names
On the dotted line.
Everyone went;
We all joined the queue.
No questions were asked.
None of us knew
About proper war;
We weren’t playing games:
Grenades in an ambush,
A tank crew in flames.
Although we were told
That problems were shared,
It soon became clear
That ...
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