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Whether it was in a German Assault,.Or in the seige of Burma,.Whether it was amid Malay rubber trees.Or in a strangers' wars in NEFA, Ladakh.Selflessly they died,.Deaths without meaning or aim.Partridges, quail, oxen to slaughter.Adding their "yes" to strangers' agreements,.Awakening to strangers' handclaps and slogans,.Drunk on the dregs of other mens' beer,.Crying "ayo Gorkhali", but merely oxen,.Tumbling headfirst into war..Unfortunate women, weaning your sons.On pensions from husbands who are no more!.Old ones who worship the eighty four sages,.With income from the fall of your sons!.Young men who woo in the gathering-house,.Donning the jerseys of friends passed away!.Young brides in your palanquins,.Wearing bangles given by lovers now dead!.Beautifully it adorns your breast,.This medal of honour, Victoria Cross.But does it not give off sometimes.A rising stench from the corpse of your kind?
