at last the war has ended with no shout of victory and no groans from those who lost instead we count the human and material cost and wonder what the whole thing was about we ask for nothing not even the redoubt where one last regiment perished in frost or the long bay which by a storm was tossed everyone today wants to be the good scout the waste of life and money does not matter what we have done here we will not forget our worthless hides are good enough for us if we ask the hard questions we might shatter the fragile peace and that is cause to fret all of our kind seem to have missed the bus
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