Dudu
1947
Across a red horizon evening descends
In the breeze treetops tremble and sway
As we sit around the campfire and tell
Of a Palmach man, Dudu was his name
He was with us on long exhausting treks
We patrolled together along border trails
Around the campfire he sang with all his strength
While on a spit a chicken roasted and turned
Hand over the…
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