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  1. Anzac Day

    How can I ever forget The old legless soldier Ribbons on his chest In his wheelchair That April morning In the hospital grounds When the bugle sounded Tears streaming down his cheeks His muffled sobs and His sweet-faced young nurse Leaning to offer him comfort –

    In that single moment A snapshot of what War does to people.

    Dianne Bates

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