_To the memory of all those men With whom I walked up and down The ways of The Red Vineyard; But especially to the memory of those Who stopped in the journey, and now Rest softly in their little green bivouacs In the shadow of the small white crosses, This book is affectionately dedicated by their Friend and Comrade_ “I’ll give you just three nights in the front line trench before your hair will turn grey,” said a brown haired priest, looking at me with a slightly aggressive air.…
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