#guns

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. ↗

— Douglas MacArthur

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below. ↗

— John McCrae

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