The trench fronted close to the Australian to Turkish line
Being only 10 metres apart at the firing time
And Quinn's Post was one of the hottest
On the Gallipoli Peninsula for the invaders test
Built into the walls were some steel loop hole plates
Where snipers from both sides would look to make
A shot into the opposing trenches in their killing space
One day the Australian sniper looked out to see the face
Of a Turkish sniper looking out at the same time
And their eyes met on the short distance in an easy find
But this day neither of them reached for their rifle of fame
This one time neither of the men could play the killing game.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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