A Poem About Vimy just throwing thoughts around and this is what I have

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The hill was steep, the air was chilledmany had tried, and most were killed. but we here we are, for our chanceto take the ridge of, Vimy, France.The ridge so high, and tranches deepthe time was close, too close for sleep.united as one, the very first timeto defend against "The Fuhr's" crimes. the last 2 months, was time well spentwe will not give up, and not relent.as dawn breaks, and the time draws nearwe ready up, and swallow fear.the guns unleash, and shells explodewe will only stop as they reload. showcasing our nations pride,and of course, the "Vimy Glide"100 yards, at every roundand when they stop, we hit the groundfrom April 9th to 12th, this was our lifeour only wish, to end the strife.(for those of you that dont know the battle of vimy ridge was when canada proved itself and saved the french)