Chapter C: Rank and File
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O undistinguished Dead!
Whom the bent covers, or the rock-strewn steep
Shows to the stars, for you I mourn--I weep,
O undistinguished Dead!
None knows your name.
Blackened and blurred in the wild battle’s brunt,
Hotly you fell ... with all your wounds in front:--
This is your fame!
_Austin Dobson._
BRIDGES
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Patriotic SongChapter C: Rank and File
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