Last orders called,
swiftly followed by the obligatory loud signal sounding out. Time
for the lads to get the rounds in. A big surge forwards. Have to be
quick. No one wants to be late. Get the shots in. All lads
together. One lad: down in one. Then another. And another. And
another. Your turn: nearly down in one, you stumble, you fall, and
now you're down. You didn't even get a shot in. You're late. Over
sixteen million are late. A hundred years on, the memory of the dead
lives on.
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