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there was

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a speech at the anti-war march i was on a few weeks ago, where a guy i don't know, recited a poem i don't remember the name of, that may or may not have been written by billy connolly the comedian...it was about a soldier lying in bed knowing the trench outside was where he would die and he didn't understand it, he was a 17 year-old working-class glaswegien who joined the army because there were no oppertunities to do the basic instinctual thing in glasgow, flee poverty...he didn't realise until he was there that he was being asked to murder and would die alone in the mud with no goodbye or "i love you" to his parents, to be just another carcus in a cause he didn't understand...it'd be good if i could remember it