Champs d'Honneur

Soldiers never do die well;
       Crosses mark the places --
Wooden crosses where they fell,
       Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch --
       All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch,
       Choking through the whole attack.

                      --Ernest Hemingway (1923)

In honor of Mr. Hemingway's cats. Long may they roam!

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