Mon General, you sing a testy tune.
Go back to 1940, May and June.
Did you hear then a single sneer or moan
From this old land, abandoned and alone?
Not one, mon General. We did our best
To nurse the fighters and forget the rest.
We're doing still our best for brotherhood;
And, you should know, our best is pretty good.
March11, 1945
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