Two Fusiliers

And have we done with War at last?

Well, we're been lucky devils both,

And there's no need of pledge or oath

To bind our lovely friendship fast,

By firmer stuff

Close bound enough.

By wire and wood and stake we're bound,

By Fricourt and by Festubert,

By whipping rain, by the sun's glare,

By all the misery and loud sound,

By a Spring day,

By Picard clay.

Show me the two so closely bound

As we, by the wet bond of blood,
By friendship, blossoming from mud,

By Death: we faced him, and we found

Beauty in Death,

In dead men breath.

by ROBERT GRAVES

Day 02

T'was a tragic day.

Countless brain cells died at the frontlines,

And we mourn for their loss.

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Day 03

(today) Bleah, lit and history together the horrors. Thank Jupiter is just one paper a day from now on. =D

...and if I don't promote... -.-

Must have a positive outlook.

HAHA Deon!