Item 03: George R. Faulkner war diary, 6 July 1916-17 November 1916 - Page 148
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[Page 148]
The secret of our Empires glory
The women there are at home
Greater than the wealth of a nation
God on our knees we invoke
Support through great desolation
The women there are at home.
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When you're crouching in a trench, or
out in No man's Land
Or in a charge or gas attack, or in a
raid well planned,
What makes you set your chin so firm
what makes your courage rise,
You see beyond one smiling face, You
see your woman's eyes,
Aye, while you strive, she toils & hopes
and fights a harder fight
She scans each day the fateful list
& dreads each fateful night.
Smile on our Empires women folk
smile on though hearts may ache,
Keep smiling smiling smiling till at
Last the dawn doth break.
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