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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง ๐‡๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ

In the cruel Levant lies the Syrian hill,
And the men who hold it have strength and will.
And two of the men who would take the height,
Mere boys when they landed, now men whoโ€™ll fight
The French and their vassals, the Senegalese.
From the distant south โ€” the Antipodes,
They are seen once more in an ancient land
Where the blood of their fathers, it stains the sand.
And soon will theirs flow on this rocky mound;
But now do they dig in the blasted ground.
And the shells fly near and the air it groans
As they shake the hill and the buried bones
Of the countless soldiers who here have died
For a sultanโ€™s dream or a far kingโ€™s pride.
Now their bayonets fixed for the last mad rush
That will seal their fate or their dark foes crush.
One looks to his right and his mate looks back,
As the air explodes โ€” then a shout:โ€Attack!โ€
One looks to his right and his mate lies there,
And glazed are his eyes and thereโ€™s blood in his hair.
But the charge is on and the sceneโ€™s a blur.
There are shouts and shells and the bullets whir.
At the Senegalese do their officers scream,
But it is the end of a mad French dream,
As the Frenchmen flee and the French flag falls.
And the Vichy French from their towering walls,
Now their last hope gone, fly surrenderโ€™s flag.
And upon the hill with a Frenchmanโ€™s rag,
With the tricolour is a bandage made
For a soldier wounded โ€” his mate is laid
With the others who on that day had paid
With their bright young lives for a barren mound.
Now I think of them when I hear the sound
Of a bugle blown โ€” of the boys who fell;
Of the wounded soldier I knew so well.

โ€” D.N. Oโ€™Brien

{๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง 2/25๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ 7๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ 2๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ 1054, ๐˜š๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข 8๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ 1941 ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜–โ€™๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ โ€” ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ โ€” ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜บ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ 12๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜บ}