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Grunting with exertion they pried up the log roof

Those hardened Diggers who seemed somewhat aloof

Their snarling faces glared into the darkness below

Blackened figures hardly seen, swaying to and fro.

Curses uncounted and fighting unseen

In darkness they fought amidst uncanny screams

Inm pine covered trenches they night quickly came

An unlikely victory in a doomed campaign.

Twenty minutes of terror and they took the main trench

A prelude to four days fighting in a nauseating stench

But Lone Pine was for the keeping

A worthy victory at last

Though with two thousand casualties the cost, it seems so vast.