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Longest Day 6 June 1944

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Kipling Said

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Gratitude


We no longer reward the squaddie
Who cracks after giving his nearly all
With an early morning date
With a firing squad and wall
Now we send them home
Added to a scrap heap
Of other damaged veterans
Maintained on the cheap
For a squaddie is a squaddie
Accepting the risks of his calling
The very real possibility
Of his ultimately falling
His greatest fear
Being to survive
Damaged
But alive
When a nation
Grateful in times of war
Come the peace
Doesn't care any more
That he did his duty
That he didn't shirk
From carrying out his
Nation's dirtiest of work
Except on poppy day
Just once a year
A communal shedding
Of the Crocodile tear
No we no longer use a firing squad
Which at least was quick and clean
Now we kill them with indifference
Which is cheap and sordid and demeans
 












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