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In the Snows of France

In the Snows of Franceby Michael DoyleDoc was a medicRunning from hole to holeThere wasn’t a foxWho didn’t know his soulThe Germans kept comingWith machine guns drummingSounding off in the darkest nightThe 101st prayed for the morning lightA little drip … Continue reading

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The Dark Days of Great War

American History marches on into World War I. The Dark Days of Great War by Michael Doyle Like a thunderstorm in the darkest night The Great War descended in Europe’s sight Suddenly, it seemed that August night All of its … Continue reading

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