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The Ieper Bugles

Two lonely bugles play As they have done on other days Echoing around the Menin Gate 32000 times since those days of hate Ieper on the Western Front Fed the troops into the Great War brunt But there are only names on walls All who answered their countries call And the lonely bugles still play At the end of every day As ghostly soldiers march through the gate Their names on the walls we contemplate. © Paul Warren Poetry The bugles played at the Menin Gate at Ieper in Belgium for the 32,000 th time. Lest we forget

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