The Forty Foot Friendship

Crashing into the stench of gas, mud blood and human limbs everywhere, Ypres, the Somme, Passchendaele, strange Hells mingled with church bells, ‘Boy Tom’ and Archie forty foot between them, and forty foot away from an agony that blows human forms away with roll a dice luck.

Shadows on a negative black and white horizon talk to ghosts while almost silence hums, “It’s a long way to Tipperary”.

With a thousand fears in filth’s squalor, even ‘King and Country’ died that day in the heart of the last patriot.

Archie looked down the line at ‘Boy Tom’ gave the thumbs up sign as friends helped him out of the trench; he was blown to pieces forty foot away from his best friend, ‘Boy Tom’.

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