tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post1006477681376199971..comments2023-05-16T02:08:42.858-07:00Comments on Degringolade: Heroes and Baby-KillersDegringoladehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11893964959960977677noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post-22994915580040786762009-11-12T16:21:12.984-08:002009-11-12T16:21:12.984-08:00It should be more respect than hero worship. Most ...It should be more respect than hero worship. Most military folk don't want accolades, just a thank you is enough, and we don't really expect that either. But it is nice. I love the look on military folks' faces when I shake their hand and say thanks. Makes their day.....<br /><br />That poem sounds a bit like "The Old Dun Cow" which goes like this:<br /><br />Some friends and I<br />In a public house<br />Was playin' dominoes one night,<br />When into the room a fireman came<br />His face all chalky white.<br /><br />What's up says Brown,<br />Have you seen a ghost?<br />Have you seen your Aunt Mariah?<br /><br />Me Aunt Mariah be buggered sez he,<br />The bleedin' pub's on fire!Mayberryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07664966137470121099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post-27580846001443872582009-11-12T07:43:23.172-08:002009-11-12T07:43:23.172-08:00Excellent post.
YeOldFurtExcellent post.<br />YeOldFurtAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post-31762856317786812232009-11-11T18:48:50.007-08:002009-11-11T18:48:50.007-08:00For those of you unfamiliar with Kipling...Here...For those of you unfamiliar with Kipling...Here's Tommy<br /><br />I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,<br />The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."<br />The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,<br />I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:<br />O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";<br />But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,<br />The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,<br />O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.<br /><br />I went into a theatre as sober as could be,<br />They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;<br />They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,<br />But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!<br />For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";<br />But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,<br />The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,<br />O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.<br /><br />Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep<br />Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;<br />An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit<br />Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.<br />Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"<br />But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,<br />The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,<br />O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.<br /><br />We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,<br />But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;<br />An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,<br />Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;<br />While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",<br />But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,<br />There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,<br />O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.<br /><br />You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:<br />We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.<br />Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face<br />The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.<br />For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"<br />But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;<br />An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;<br />An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!Degringoladehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11893964959960977677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post-25325330388806931972009-11-11T18:00:52.573-08:002009-11-11T18:00:52.573-08:00Well, it fits according to "Tommy" by Ki...Well, it fits according to "Tommy" by Kipling. Yes, not plaster saints, but the drums are rolling, so 'heroes' it is.tweellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08164718561825615886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3580247703206240142.post-77915086690361791982009-11-11T09:09:07.391-08:002009-11-11T09:09:07.391-08:00balanced view of the military. How rare!balanced view of the military. How rare!Jacob Gitteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10559764359800682222noreply@blogger.com