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<p style="font-size:17px;line-height:30px;margin:10px 0px;color:#333333;font-weight:900;" data-flag="subtitle">Do Not Call Me, Father.</p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Russian poem from 1942</p><span><br /></span><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">(Son to Father…)<br />Do not call me, father. Do not seek me.<br />Do not call me. Do not wish me back.<br />We’re on a route unchartered, fire and blood erase our track.<br />On we fly on wings of thunder, never more to sheathe our swords.<br />All of us in battle fallen – not to be brought back by words.</p><span><br /></span><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" ...