My dreams are of a field afar
And blood and smoke and shot
There in their graves my comrades are,
In my grave I am not.
I too was taught the trade of man
And spelt the lesson plain
But they, when I forgot and ran,
Remembered and remain.
A. E. HOUSMAN
My dreams are of a field afar
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My dreams are of a field afar
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