Dear George
Chooof - Choof, Choof; Chooof - Choof, Choof. Remember George, that sound took us away brought you back boxed, but only a shadow. Past sixteen going on eighteen, we were.Thought we were men enough to chase the maids from the big house. We never got a sniff. Di'n't know nuffin' we di'n't, 'cept 'ow to dodge the bailiff, but the larf was on us though when 'e tripped over our nets. 'E must have known. 'E sure as hell did when 'e fell arse over tit - we 'ad to choke on it as we didn't want to get a lathering, did we? It's a good job we 'ad couple rabbits. 'Cos we had to look lively early on to get 'osses out. Duke and Short just knew that we'd been out all night I had to jab 'em in the ribs to get 'is bridle on. We signed up, the sergeant winked, as 'e wrote eighteen on the enlistment sheet. I signed my name but you marked only X. They knew we could handle 'osses. That's what did us. Put us on that stinking shit 'eap of road. Axles near deep in mud, 'osses straining, wild eyed. We 'ad the ammo, the bastard shell 'ad us into bits and then Chooof- Choof - Choof; Chooof- Chooof - Chooof
George, I'm still looking for yuh.
I never told you that I loved yuh.
your bruvver Joe
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