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A Memory of Monte Casino. |
I asked old Len,
‘Were you scared at Monte Casino?’
‘I can’t remember,’ he replied. ‘I suppose I must have been’.
Then he sank between the protective flanks
Of his deep, old armchair,
His eyes red with unshed boozy tears.
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Though yesterday, a garden day,
Was spread with yellow,
Today grew into autumn’s gradual grey.
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When I die I shall write you.
I will send you a letter which you will treasure
And carry always and everywhere,
And keep safe;
Safer than diamonds or prayers.
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