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	<title>Comments on: The Soldier of Fortune</title>
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	<description>A blog devoted to the verse of Robert W. Service</description>
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		<title>By: Of anthems and European identity&#8230; : AttiCusInk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Of anthems and European identity&#8230; : AttiCusInk</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Iâ€™m reminded of Robert Serviceâ€™s poem, Soldier of Fortune, set, appropriately, in a war in some bygone, colonial era.&#160; The narrator is surrounded by tribesmen with spears, who order him to deny his God or die.&#160; He searches his soul, and finds no reason, for God or country or ethnicity, to sacrifice his life.&#160; And then he thinks of his true love, many miles away, and of what she would think of her living but dishonoured man. [...]</description>
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