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THE LULL…….
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Falklands 82 THE LULL…….
We sat in the gorse.
Smoking our cigarettes,
Whilst all around us
The gorse smoked too!
Flames flickered whilst
Branches crackled.
All the while
The shells rained down.
As the whitish grey smoke
Spiralled upwards,
Mingling
With their tobacco smoke
Small puddles,
Filled with brackish water
Reflected tired green men,
Now battle hardened.
