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.
from 'Two Fusiliers'
Two Fusiliers a poem by Robert Graves
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