O Anna Niemus
White Cliffs Of Dover - Poem by O Anna Niemus
In rowboats and schooners
and yachts and canoes and dories
the British soldiers were
snatched from death at Dunkirk
to the white cliffs of Dover.
But dead and hidden from the public
are the flag draped coffins of the soldiers
to the US Air Force Base
in America's Dover.
A variety of methods of falsifying casualty figures
classifying only those who die on the battlefield as
casualties. The severely wounded are shipped
out to die elsewhere. Their deaths are classified
as training accidents or other.
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