Wilfred Owen
Shropshire / England
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Inspection

Rating: 2.9
'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
'You dare come on parade like this?'
'Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.
'I takes 'is name, sir?'-'Please, and then dismiss.'

Some days 'confined to camp' he got,
For being 'dirty on parade'.
He told me, afterwards, the damnèd spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.
'Blood's dirt,' he laughed, looking away,
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jnkim 05 November 2018
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Fabrizio Frosini 27 May 2016
But when we're duly white-washed, being dead, The race will bear Field-Marshal God's inspection.' really.. ready for 'inspection'.. and then found in 'perfect' order..: (
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Jane Moon 03 June 2009
An odd thing, in military inspection the appearance is more important than the reality of war. How humbling to talk with a man who has shed his own blood in war - his vision is focused on the end and 'God's inspection'. Sad reality.
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