Tom Morgan Posted 11 November , 2013 Share Posted 11 November , 2013 This always comes to mind on November 11thBallad of the Three SpectresAs I went up by OvillersIn mud and water cold to the knee,There went three jeering, fleering spectres,That walked abreast and talked of me.The first said, "Here's a right brave soldierThat walks the dark unfearingly;Soon he'll come back on a fine stretcher,And laughing for a nice Blighty".The second, "Read his face, old comrade,No kind of lucky chance I see;One day he'll freeze in mud to the marrow,Then look his last on Picardie".Though bitter the word of these first twain,Curses the third spat venomously;"He'll stay untouched till the wars last dawningThen live one hour of agony".Liars the first two were. Behold meAt sloping arms by one - two - three;Waiting the time I shall discoverWhether the third spake verity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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