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Billets

John Peterson

From out the reeling night the old chateau
Rears up to meet a straggling file of men,
Muddy and sore; who filled with thankfulness,
Plod up the pond’rous stair in heavy pain,
Weary and numbed, and sodden with rain.

Then snuggle down to sweet oblivion;
In chinks aglow, the guttering candle-ends
Flicker against the gaunt, grey, dripping beams
And flare to humid, rough-hewn rafters, hung
With muddy trappings. Rifles feebly flung

Against the walls; and here and there about –
Helmets, and bandoliers and bayonets,
Box-respirators dropped amongst the straw:
So, reeking damp, still, motionless, they lie
As dead, a few who fought and did not die.


John Peterson

from Roads and Ditches (1920)

Reproduced by permission of the family of John Peterson

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night soldiers tiredness World War I
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John Peterson1895 - 1972

Shetland poet and photographer John (Jack) Peterson was strongly influenced by his experience of the First World War, particularly the Battle of the Somme;  the conflict continued to haunt his later writings.
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