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Слушать(AI)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
As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack.
But he did for them both by his plan of attack.
Arras: a town in Northern France, the scene of a 1917 battle with a huge amount of casualties.
Siegfried Sassoon
Siegfried Loraine Sassoon, CBE, MC (8 September 1886 – 1 September 1967) was an English poet, writer, and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the
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