They say to be caught on the barbed wire
Meant certain death in the mud and the mire
The artillery shells at first wouldn't cut it at all
Until contact fuses were used in the call
Many a Great War soldier once hung up on it
Could only wait for the next traverse of the machine gun for a hit
In the end it was the tanks that brought the answer
Crushing the barbed wire and pushed the line forward once more.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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