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« on: Sunday 27 September 15 23:14 BST (UK) »
My husband's great aunt served and died in WW1.She was one of the nursing sisters that drowned on the Llandovery Castle, June 27th 1918.
She owned a photograph album in which she collected many photos of her fellow nurses, and the places to which she was sent.
Inside the front cover of the album there was a newspaper cutting of a poem, some of which was hard to read. I'm wondering if there is any one who is familiar with the words.
It began....."And these are the greetings we send.
When you are watching in the trenches and the old home sort of comes across you, as often it must do, you can bet your life that the lands here, from palaces to slums are thinking lad of you.
The longest lane must end, so keep an upper sturdy lip. We'll run the shop for all we're worth, till the German cries for mercy, till his precious gas bags rip, and his frightfulness has vanished from the earth."
This is just half of the poem.
Thankyou
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