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On Passing the New Menin Gate

Who will remember, passing through this Gate, the unheroic dead who fed the guns? Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,- Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?     Crudely renewed, the Salient holds its own.     Paid are … Continue reading

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