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The captain and his valiant men Were pinned inside a shell hole when Another burst of white hot lead Came much too close to each one's head. "Fight bravely, boys," the leader said. Strike fiercely, as if devil led, To hold quite firm this soil so red. When all your ammo's spent and gone, Get up and run; move swiftly on. A little lame I've been today, So I'll start now my get-away."
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