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362 December 28 FRIDAY [362-3] 12th Month 1917 Innocent's Day. 9h 52m A.M. (Greenwich) Back from Flanders (Adrian Ross) When we come back from Flanders - And who can tell us when? - The wind will rouse the maple boughs To greet the marching men; And green or red, up overhead, The maple leaves will know, The song we sang in Flanders, Our song of long ago! When we come back from Flanders, We'll hardly know our home, The hills and trees from seas to seas, The fall that laughs in foam; The snow that shines between the pines, The air that stirs your blood - hot like the world in Flanders, A maze of mist and mud! When we come back from Flanders, With all the fighting done, How good to stand in God's own land, Untainted by the Hun, To drink the air that's clear and rare, And smells of leaves and grass - And lose the fog of Flanders, the reek of death and gas! When we come back from Flanders, We want no pomp and praise; Enough to find among our kind the dear old days and ways; Enough if thus men say of us, Who know us, and have seen - That through the mire of Flanders, We kept our honour clean.