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- Over the top, over we go.
- Rifle in hand, gaze cast to the sky.
- Will we return? Who will know?
- Struggling over the wire, we try and try and try...
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- She smiles when you clean her, carry her in your hand.
- Your rifle by your side, care for. Loved for.
- She is your friend, your lover. The key part of your band.
- You trust her with your life, as do your comrades by the score.
- The slow march towards death, met with grim determination.
- Your friends fall around you, their rifles cry out.
- The great chatter of guns, screaming their vindication.
- The noise of hell, fills a man with doubt.
- Unknown British Soldier, western front 1916.
- March across the land, under the winters sky.
- The struggles of a soldier as they try.
- His rifle smiles, singing her encouragement.
- Man and giest, filled with intent.
- Forwards and further, marching under the heavens.
- Mother of Rifles and Father of Men, wonder of soldiers and weapons.
- Are they safe, marching over the snow?
- Will the soldier reach his destination, rifle in tow?
- Attributed to unknown American Solider, 1944
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