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The Night Patrol BY ARTHUR GRAEME WEST France, March 1916. Over the top! The wire’s thin here, unbarbed Plain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough: Full of old tins, though—“When you’re through, all three, Aim quarter left for fifty yards or so, Then straight for that new piece of German wire; See if it’s thick,Continue reading “Night Patrol”