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Patrick MacGill
Patrick MacGill (1889–1963) was an Irish writer known for his works depicting the harsh realities of laborers and soldiers. He gained fame with his early books like "Children of the Dead End" (1914), a semi-autobiographical novel about his experiences as a farm laborer and navvy. MacGill served in World War I, and his wartime experiences inspired several works, including "The Great Push" (1916), which provided a vivid account of life in the trenches. Often referred to as "The Navvy Poet," MacGill's writing is marked by its raw realism and deep empathy for the working class.
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CHAPTER I What the psychological processes were that led to my enlisting in "Kitchener's Army" need not be inquired into. Few men could explain why they enlisted, and if they attempted they might only prove that they had done as a politician said the electorate does, the right thing from the wrong motive. There is a story told of an incident that occurred in Flanders, which shows clearly...
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RED HORIZON The Passing of the Regiment I wish the sea were not so wideThat parts me from my love;I wish the things men do belowWere known to God above. I wish that I were back againIn the glens of Donegal;They'll call me coward if I return,But a hero if I fall. "Is it better to be a living coward,Or thrice a hero dead?""It's better to go to sleep, my lad,"The Colour Sergeant...
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