Halted footprints patterned through the dust,A rifle streaked with rust.Apple blossoms trembling through the mud,A baby’s baptism, blood.Lonely yawning dug-outs reeking gore,Hell’s laughter, the cannon’s roar.A hungry shadow leans against the sky, Heartbreak’s echo, a cry.God, make us quick to remember the agony they boreGod, make us slow to for ire t the barren lrain of wnr'ie and est Ar-e road,eal es-ing theding of ion athe billoppo-ifomiartinentia. Al-1 deadtoriza-*ed bvy how BORN that.•onderd For OVF.RFF.OW CROWD CHFFRSer's Dr window Grov sale ha lions a is extn helped.With 1 pi edict ii