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Eighth Air Force

Rating: 3.1
If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a can
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving
Whistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that man
Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?

The other murderers troop in yawning;
Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one
Lies counting missions, lies there sweating
Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.
O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done:
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Susan Williams 08 October 2015
The last two lines make me cringe and shiver and feel the force of his heavy gray soul and its outlook on the life he's seen
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