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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