[00:04.340]they disembarked in 45
[00:07.900]and no one spoke and no one smiled
[00:12.340]there were too many spaces in the line
[00:20.880]gathered at the cenotaph
[00:25.920]all agreed with the hard on heart
[00:30.140]to sheath the sacrificial knives
[00:36.700]but now
[00:38.500]she stands upon southampton dock
[00:42.310]with her handkerchief
[00:44.560]and her summer frock clings
[00:47.080]to her wet body in the rain
[00:55.480]in quiet desperation knuckles
[01:00.440]white upon the slippery reins
[01:04.220]she bravely waves the boys goodbye again
[01:25.910]and still the dark stain spreads between
[01:30.710]his shoulder blades
[01:38.030]a mute reminder of the poppy field and graves
[01:48.430]and when the fight was over
[01:54.480]we spent what they had made
[01:59.230]but in the bottom of our hearts
[02:03.230]we felt the final cut