# The Epitaph of Combat

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**Published on:** 2021-10-27
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## Content

In the epitaph of combat, Only Terry’s names abound. In the bittersweet hereafter The very finest sound. I counted them out and I counted them in Their faces were profound I waited on them like Gunga Din An honourable task I found In the pitch black Afghan nightime The stories flew around Of weight and kneehigh quagmires A battle with the very ground Of airbursts and Dushkas Bombs and small arms rounds No ten dollar Taliban these Tenacious as starving hounds. In the hindsight of safety The boys knew they’d won a round The bout continues, the fight goes on Could be for the very same mound No regrets said the young Private No action of mine was unsound In the epitaph of combat No sweeter is the sound.

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