A. P. Herbert
One Front - Poem by A. P. Herbert
'Americans advance—the British not—
'We don't do much—the Russians do a lot.'
Such talk, my little lad, should be taboo:
Nor would it help us much if it were true.
When there is more than one St. George about,
Who knows—who cares—which puts the Dragon out?
Now one, and now the other, bears the brunt:
But all are fighters on the Single Front.
July 30, 1944
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