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Steady Comrades, Steady.
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Poetry by Bern. STEADY COMRADES, STEADY
A rucksack on my back,
With automatic rifle at the ready;
Waiting for the next attack:
Steady Comrades, steady.
Bayonets are fixed,
Hand grenades placed ready.
Our feelings are mixed,
Steady Comrades, steady.
Flares light up the night sky,
All hell breaks loose we are ready;
We know that many will die,
Steady Comrades, steady.
Should I be one of the first to fall?
Let all know that I was ready.
Hear once again my call,
Steady Comrades, steady.
Bernard Shaw
