{"id":7362,"date":"2014-09-17T08:00:56","date_gmt":"2014-09-17T08:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7362"},"modified":"2014-09-14T08:55:11","modified_gmt":"2014-09-14T08:55:11","slug":"stephen-giles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/stephen-giles\/","title":{"rendered":"Stephen Giles"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Passchendaele<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>N<em>o doubt the morale of the German army<\/em><br \/>\n<em>was shaken by Passchendaele. It is unlikely<\/em><br \/>\n<em>the morale of the British army was much improved.<\/em><br \/>\nAJP Taylor<\/p>\n<p>We share the same wet pitch:<br \/>\nits pocks, its hollowed plains<br \/>\nof wretched brown. We are<br \/>\nthe two bald men with one<\/p>\n<p>proverbial comb. Last year<br \/>\nwe tricked along in inches,<br \/>\nconceding men in their dozens<br \/>\nover each blade of imagined<\/p>\n<p>grass. We lost a Yorkshire pit<br \/>\nvillage of pink-faced teenagers<br \/>\nin the cause of this old barn \u2013<br \/>\nhundreds more young boys<\/p>\n<p>drowning to snatch the entire farm.<br \/>\nMorale gets spoken of less and less.<br \/>\nDeath is simply our way of life<br \/>\nand all of war is mess.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stephen Giles<\/strong> was born in east Yorkshire and now lives in the east Midlands. He has been shortlisted for several poetry awards including the Virginia Warbey and the Plough, and been runner-up for the Troubadour and Ware Festival prizes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Passchendaele No doubt the morale of the German army was shaken by Passchendaele. It is unlikely the morale of the British army was much improved. AJP Taylor We share the same wet pitch: its pocks, its hollowed plains of wretched brown. We are the two bald men with one proverbial comb. Last year we tricked [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7362","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7362"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7364,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7362\/revisions\/7364"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}