Ryan

Heavy guns
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"The Happy Warrior"

His wild heart beats with painful sobs, His strain'd hands clench an ice-cold rifle, His aching jaws grip a hot parch'd tongue, His wide eyes search unconsciously.

He cannot shriek.

Bloody saliva Dribbles down his shapeless jacket.

I saw him stab And stab again A well-killed Boche.

This is the happy warrior, This is he…