extremely artistic nevertobeextinguished fla -me of the(very prettily indeed)arra- nged souvenir of the in spite of himself fa -mous soldier minus his na- me(so as not to hurt the perspective of the(hei -nous thought)otherwise immaculately tabulated vicinity)invei- gles a few mildly curious rai -ned on people(both male and female created He then, And every beast of the field III “next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh say can you see by the dawn’s early my country ’tis of centuries come and go and are no more what of it we should worry in every language even deafanddumb thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry by jingo by gee by gosh by gum why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voices of liberty be mute?” He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water IV it’s jolly odd what pops into your jolly tete when the jolly shells begin dropping jolly fast you hear the rrmp and then nearerandnearerandNEARER and before you can ! & we’re NOT (oh-- --i say that’s jolly odd old thing, jolly odd, jolly jolly odd isn’t it jolly odd. V look at this) a 75 done this nobody would have believed would they no kidding this was my particular pal funny aint it we was buddies i used to know him lift the poor cuss tenderly this side up handle with care fragile and send him home to his old mother in a new nice pine box (collect VI first Jock he was kilt a handsome man and James and next let me see yes Will that was cleverest he was kilt and my youngest boy was kilt last with the big eyes i loved like you can’t imagine Harry was o god kilt he was kilt everybody was kilt they called them the kilties VII lis -ten you know what i mean when the first guy drops you know everybody feels sick or when they throw in a few gas and the oh baby shrapnel or my feet getting dim freezing or up to your you know what in water or with the bugs crawling right all up all everywhere over you all me everyone that’s been there knows what i mean a god damned lot of people don’t and never never will know, they don’t want to no VIII come, gaze with me upon this dome of many coloured glass, and see his mother’s pride, his father’s joy, unto whom duty whispers low “thou must!” and who replies “I can!” --yon clean upstanding well dressed boy that with his peers full oft hath quaffed the wine of life and found it sweet--