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62 Cards in this Set
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War Girls: Jessie Pope |
“They’re going to keep their ends up/’Till the khaki boys come marching back”. |
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Testament Of Youth by Vera Brittian |
“But i soon realized none of them were in the condition to rape me.” |
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World Without End by Helen Thomas |
“We are left alone, unable to hide our agony, afraid to show it.” |
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For Services Rendered by W. Somerset |
“I know that we were the dupes of the incompetent fools who ruled the nations." |
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Tell England by Ernest Raymond |
“Here in the presence of our new commanding officer I felt as I used to when I stood before the head master” |
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All's Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque |
“We reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals" |
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Hospital Ward by Paul Maze |
“and give that hopeless howl of a weak man who can resist no more”. |
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A Dead Man by Ernst Toller |
“All these dead men, were brothers, and I was the brother of them all.” |
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A Square Dance by Roger McGough |
“It makes you happy and out of breath/ And its called the dance of death”. |
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Oh, What a Lovely War by Joan Littlewood |
“One respirator for the four of us", "You can’t have an obstruction sticking out of the parapet like that.” |
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My Dear, I Wanted To Tell You by Louisa Young |
“Riley had had more than a year to forget all the things he couldn't forget." |
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Mametz Wood by Owen Sheers |
“reaching back into itself for reminders of what happened – like a wound working a foreign body to the surface of the skin”, “In boots that outlasted them.” |
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A Long, Long Way by Sebastian Barry |
“In the midst of all, pity struck him for the thousandth time.” |
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In The Ghost Road by Pat Barker |
“Shotvarfet (It’s not worth it). Again and again, increasing in volume as he directed all his strength into the cry” |
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Toby's Room by Pat Barker |
"no, this was the dreadful, square-mouthed wail of an abandoned baby”, "like a nightmare who’s every detail is forgotten, though the fear survives." |
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The Accrington Pals by Peter Whelan |
"I’m in a muck sweat. My sore throat’s back. I’ve spewed my ring up twice”, “And I think I’ve torn it under the arm. Am I getting fat?” |
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John Stalworthy's Autobiography |
“Only to fall on the far bank with his eleventh and final wound.” |
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Harry Patch's Autobiography |
“I could never understand why my country could call me from a peacetime job and train me to go out in France and kill a man I never knew.” |
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Last Post by Carol Ann Duffy |
“See lines and lines of British boys rewind”. |
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Who's For The Game by Jessie Pope |
“Who wants a turn to himself in the show? And who wants a seat in the stand?” |
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Fall In by Harold Begbie |
“When your brothers stand to the tyrant’s blow. And England’s call is God’s!” |
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To Germany by Charles Sorley |
“And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind." |
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I Adore War by Julian Grenfell |
“The fighting excitement vitalizes everything”, “One loves one’s fellow man so much more when one is bent on killing him.” |
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The Pilots Psalm by Anonymous |
“He leadeth me where I will not go”, “I fear much evil for art thou with me.” |
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Conscious by Wilfred Owen |
“Music and roses burst through crimson slaughter”. |
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Moonrise Over The Battlefield by Edgell Rickword |
"‘Why does this damned entrancing bitch (England) seek lovers only among them that sleep (lay dead.)” |
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Returning, We Hear the Larks by Isaac Rosenberg |
“Sombre the night is/we know what sinister threat lurks there”, “Like a blind mans dreams on the sand by dangerous tides” |
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Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon |
“Sneak home and pray you’ll never know the hell where youth and laughter know.” |
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I Don't Want To Be A Soldier by Anonymous |
“In merry merry England, and f%$£ my bloody life away” |
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Dead Cow Farm by Robert Graves |
“Here now is chaos once again, primeval mud, cold stones and rain." |
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A War in Words by Robert Cude |
“I long to be with a battalion so that I can do my best to bereave a German family,”, “Men are racing to certain death”. |
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A Dead Boche by Robert Graves |
“A certain cure for lust of blood”, “A sodden green, big bellied, spectacled, crop haired, dribbling black blood from nose and beard” |
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Counter-Attack by Siegfried Sassoon |
“The place was rotten with dead”, “Spouting dark earth and wire with gusts of hell.” |
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Peace by Rupert Brooke |
“Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move”, “And the worst friend and enemy is but death.” |
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The Dead by Rupert Brooke |
“These hearts were woven of human joys and cares”. |
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Christ And The Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon |
”O God,” he groaned, “why ever was I born”. The battle boomed, and no reply came back.” |
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Disabled by Wilfred Owen |
“One time he liked a blood-smear down his leg.” |
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Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen |
“Sunlight seems a blood smear”, “Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.” |
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Does It Matter by Siegfried Sassoon |
“For they’ll know you've fought for your country and no one will worry one bit.” |
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Black 'Ell by Miles Melleson |
“Harold:Not simply death itself, but bits of you smashed up.”, “I won’t take it… I won’t touch it.” |
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Paul Nash's Letter |
“But no pen or drawing can convey this country”, "the bitter black of night is fit atmosphere in such a land”, “annihilating, maiming, maddening.” |
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No Man's Land by Thomas Kettle |
“We nibble; they nibble. They are nibbled; we are nibbled”, “In the trenches death is random, illogical, devoid of principle.” |
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Not Made For Human Slaughter by Henri Barbusse |
“Neither butchers nor cattle”, “there is always rain in my memories of all the tragedies of the great war.” |
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Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon |
“Yet these, who cling to life with stubborn hands, can grin through storms of death and find a gap”, “volleying doom for doom”. |
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In Memoriam by Ewart Alan Mackintosh |
“They screamed “Don’t leave me, sir”, for they were only your fathers but I was your officer.” |
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Recruiting by Ewart Alan Mackintosh |
“Go and help to swell up the names in the casualty lists”, "Lads, you’re wanted, come and die.” |
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The Target by Ivor Gurney |
“Perhaps it might be best to die, and set her fears at rest”, “This is a bloody mess indeed." |
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Inspection by Wilfred Owen |
“'Well blood is dirt,’ I said”, “And almost merged forever into clay”, “But when we’re duly white-washed, being dead, the race will bear Field Marshall God’s inspection.” |
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Statement Against The Continuation Of The War by Siegfried Sassoon |
“I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust”, “I may help destroy the callous complacence.” |
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On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon |
“The unheroic dead who fed the guns?” |
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A Farmer remembers the Somme by Vance Palmer |
“The mud, and the misty figures endlessly coming”, “But all my mind sees is a quaking bog in the mist.” |
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The Armistice by May Wedderburn Cannan |
“I can’t remember life without the war”, “And knew that peace could not give back her dead." |
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A War Film by Teresa Hooley |
"The horror and the anguish and the glory", "My little son... yet all those men had mothers. Every one." |
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Now That You Too by Eleanor Farjeon |
"uncounted men have gone in vanishing armies day by day", "I hold you fast by immortal love, which has no first or last." |
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Night Duty by Eva Dobell |
"Gripped in the clutch of some incarnate fear/what vanished scenes of dread to his closed eyes appear." |
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Praematuri by Margaret Postgate Cole |
"But we are young, and our friends are dead", "And our quick love our torn in two." |
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Perhaps by Vera Brittian |
"Perhaps some day i shall not shrink in pain to see the passing of the dying year", "my heart for loss of you was broken, long ago." |
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The Return of the Soldier by Rebecca West |
"My pal sang out, 'Help me, old man, i've got no legs!' and I had to answer, 'I can't, old man, i've got no hands!'", "I wished for the return of our soldier". |
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Forgive Me, Mother by Evadne Price |
"Let me show you the exhibits straight from the battlefield", "It isn't pretty to see a hero spewing up his life's blood in public, is it?", "lift your silken skirts aside... a man is spewing blood." |
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The Beach by Mary Borden |
"while she searched his features, trying to find his old face." |
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The Next War by Osbert Sitwell |
"Who lost all likeness to a living thing - for our sake", "What more fitting memorial for the fallen than that their children should fall for the same cause?" |
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To a Conscript of 1940 by Herbert Read |
""We gave what you will give - our brains and our blood", "The self reconstructed, the false heart repaired." |
