War Tales
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Herbert Nehrlich
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He stood with his starched collar and he preached
this war is mankind's history's profound
and holy duty, never mind the many bleached
and brittle bones that cover here the battleground.
A private stood and raised a shaky voice:
' Lieutenant, should we mourn the many dead? '
The answer was, of course, 'you men have once been boys',
and then he shot the little soldier in the head.
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