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ajkl59November 11, 2015. By the left…. In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row…. They shall grow not old. As we that are left grow old…. Seagulls cried, blackbirds cawed. Oak leaves paused in their autumn whirl. Hands froze, legs shook, teeth chattered. Sometimes we’d lose one, maybe two, to the night before. But nothing compared to those…. Half mast flags hung still. The wind picked up. It rained so hard our bowlers were useless. Clouds crept in, hid the sun. Hard liquor, cold beer.
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