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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Aftermath

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3408 reads)
Although my blood I've shed...

Although my blood I've shed
       In war's red wrath,
Oh how I darkly dread
       Its aftermath!
Oh how I fear the day
       Of my release,
When I must face the fray
       Of phoney peace!

When I must fend again
       In labour strife;
And toil with sweat and strain
       For kids and wife.
The world is so upset
       I battled for,
That grimly I regret
       The peace of war.

The wounds are hard to heal
       Of shell and shard,
But O the way to weal
       Is bitter hard!
Though looking back I see
       A gory path,
How bloody black can be
       War's Aftermath!

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