Summer 1945 • Vol. VII No. 3 Poetry |

This Is It

This is the battle to end the buying of bonds,The battle bastards dying don’t in vain.This is the time, men, it, and after you climbThat hill, cross that open space, and wheelTo the right to the left to the east to the west,And wheel again,       and climb,           then, then,You’ll go home again, men.You'll go home again.

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