Nurse Maureen Kelly Diary Entry (49)

• February 3, 2017 13:38:49 Stefania Biron

  The Infantryman

  The Gunner rides on horseback, he lives in luxury.

  The Sapper has his dugout, as cushy as can be

  The flying mans a sportsman his homes a long way back

  In painted tent or straw spread barn or cosy little Shack;

  Gunner Sapper & Flying man (Each to his job, says I)

  Have tickled the Hum, with mine or gun or or bombed him from high.

  But the quiet word, the dirty work, since ere the War began

  & the work that never shows at all, that of the Infantryman

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  The Guns can pound the villages ... the trenches in

  And the hum is fair for home, when the J.M.B. begin

  And the Vickers gun is a useful one, to sweep a parapet,

  But the real work is that done with Bomb & Bayonet.

  Load him down from heal to Vrown, with tools ... Kit

  He's always there, where the fighting is! - He's there unless this hit

  Over the mud the blasted earth he goes where living can

  Hes in at the death, while he has yet breath!

  The British Infantryman.

  
  

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• February 3, 2017 11:58:31 Stefania Biron

  The Infantryman

  The Gunner rides on horseback, he lives in luxury.

  The Sapper has his dugout, as cushy as can be

  The flying mans a sportsman his homes a long way back

  In painted tent or straw spread barn or cosy little Shack

  
  

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