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The General

 ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said 
When we met him last week on our way to the line.
Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead, And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine.
‘He’s a cheery old card,’ grunted Harry to Jack As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
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But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

Poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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