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I remember being 9 years old, huddled under a mattress in our house in Peshawar as the bombers flew overhead. And my mother read Kipling to my little brother and me by candlelight as we listened to their engines.
I loved The Jungle Book then, but how that I've done my own service with the Marines it's Barrack Room Ballads and this poem all day for me. more »