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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Champs d'Honneur (1920)
by Ernest M. Hemingway

Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places—
Wooden crosses where they fell,
Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch—
All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch,
Choking through the whole attack.


It is most unlikely. But - here comes the big "but" - not impossible.
— Roald Dahl