John F. McCullagh
Passchendaele - Poem by John F. McCullagh
Although we were told
that casualties would be high,
still we rose up,
answering the officer's whistle-
moving our legs through the muck-
cutting our way through
the barbed wire of doubt-
We charged across Love's minefield
driving the foe before us
at this, Love's Passchendaele.
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