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By Arthur Bilton

People in story: Arthur Bilton
Location of story: Middle East
I found this story amoung my late Father's papers. Sergeant Bilton 792177 Royal Artillery

OUT OF BOUNDS

I’ve fought beneath the scorching sun, on sandy battlegrounds
Though many times a town is won, it’s always OUT OF BOUNDS

Though N.C.O’s and privates too, lay dead neath sandy moulds
The only place and it is true, that’s never OUT OF BOUNDS

Every rank in battle dress, to sergeant-major’s crowns
Never use each other’s mess, because it’s OUT OF BOUNDS

And when in town on well earned leave, to spend your hard won pounds
Unless you’ve tapes upon your sleeves, the best shows OUT OF BOUNDS

I fight for Britain and her cause, on democratic grounds
But sad to say it’s here I pause, for England’s OUT OF BOUNDS

Each and all a mother’s son, that fights till victory sounds
Grant the same to one and all, and banish OUT OF BOUNDS

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