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it was just on dark an’ the fog was comin’ off the Canal, so I hopped out of Little Parrot an’ cut across the open to where those four dead Warwicks are heaped up … That gave me my bearin’s, an’ so I went through French End, all up those missin’ Buckboards, into Butcher’s Row where the poy-looz was laid in six deep each side, an’ stuffed under the Buckboards. It had froze tight, an’ the drippin’s had stopped, an’ the creakin’s had begun.’


This is from “A Madonna of the Trenches” in Debits and Credits.

A young runner tells of the horrors of the trenches in deep wintertime, where the walls were lined with the frozen bodies of dead French soldiers/



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