October 24th, 1917
The machine guns fell to the ground,
And the light broke through the clouds.
Blood seared the battlefield,
Whence all but the dead
fought.
The war cry had turned to a silent sigh,
And the victory of one into the
disposition of the other.
The sun set that fateful day,
The battle was lost.
Paolo Driussi
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