mancitygaz
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I take my hat off to you,
My boy has just come back, off again soon, massive blue.
God bless
My boy has just come back, off again soon, massive blue.
God bless
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Soldiers
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kinkysleftfoot
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All a soldier asks is that the country he serves tries to appreciate all the sacrifices he makes.
Over my years in service I found this is great during years with a war on or some sort of conflict, but is very quickly forgotten during peace time.
I am pleased the guys are now being looked after and respects are being shown when they return.
But when this war is over many of the guys will be suffering for years..............please remember them
Over my years in service I found this is great during years with a war on or some sort of conflict, but is very quickly forgotten during peace time.
I am pleased the guys are now being looked after and respects are being shown when they return.
But when this war is over many of the guys will be suffering for years..............please remember them
Not as relevant as it was maybe 20 years ago but this song by Harvey Andrews called The Soldier was played many a time in Ripon!
In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again
Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus name the blind against the blind
The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again
Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus name the blind against the blind
The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
Revol
Well-Known Member
One of my contacts on on Facebook had a status last week which read:
****** ****-****** hates all these stupid groups praising soldiers. They aren't heroes, they've been suckered in by a manipulative government and agreed to murder as part of an imperialist oil war.
Now, I am against the fighting in the Middle East but this status was just bang out of order. The guy is basically dehumanising soldiers and making out like they're lifeless puppets of the government, people without lives of their own, and friends and family outside of their jobs.
This guy is a psuedo-anarchist, and makes such retarded claims such as "the police are the fascist arm of the government!" and "I am against marriage as it is a mysoginistic concept!". I replied "we owe a lot to the soldiers, they did save us from fascism" and then he and another of his anarchist mates got aggressive with me because I was apparently comparing the oil wars to World War 2, saying things like "don't you fucking DARE make that comparison, that's just fucking moronic". I also said that everyone has their own definition of a hero, and his response was "no they don't! There is nothing heroic about being a sheep which signs up to fight for capitalism, language is subjective but not that fucking subjective!", which was basically a more articulate way of him saying "my opinion is fact".
Everyone's entitled to an opinion, but it's the way these guys get aggressive with people who disagree with them.
****** ****-****** hates all these stupid groups praising soldiers. They aren't heroes, they've been suckered in by a manipulative government and agreed to murder as part of an imperialist oil war.
Now, I am against the fighting in the Middle East but this status was just bang out of order. The guy is basically dehumanising soldiers and making out like they're lifeless puppets of the government, people without lives of their own, and friends and family outside of their jobs.
This guy is a psuedo-anarchist, and makes such retarded claims such as "the police are the fascist arm of the government!" and "I am against marriage as it is a mysoginistic concept!". I replied "we owe a lot to the soldiers, they did save us from fascism" and then he and another of his anarchist mates got aggressive with me because I was apparently comparing the oil wars to World War 2, saying things like "don't you fucking DARE make that comparison, that's just fucking moronic". I also said that everyone has their own definition of a hero, and his response was "no they don't! There is nothing heroic about being a sheep which signs up to fight for capitalism, language is subjective but not that fucking subjective!", which was basically a more articulate way of him saying "my opinion is fact".
Everyone's entitled to an opinion, but it's the way these guys get aggressive with people who disagree with them.
kinkysleftfoot
Well-Known Member
Kippaxian said:Not as relevant as it was maybe 20 years ago but this song by Harvey Andrews called The Soldier was played many a time in Ripon!
In a station in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people would
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again
Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll
For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade
Then came the call to Ireland as the call had come before
Another bloody chapter in an endless civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another fight in Jesus name the blind against the blind
The soldier stood between them between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin
The station filled with people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the station than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun
A yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor
The soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street
There were far too many people there too many running feet
Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here
The soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell
To those at home in England to those he loved so well
He saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be gone
A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones
The crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to interfere where he did not belong
But will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of the soldier who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend
I remember this well!! you ex egineer?
kinkysleftfoot
Well-Known Member
Kippaxian said:Indeed!
11Fd Sqn 38 Engr Reg!
thought you must have been I was with 22 engineer and Tidworth before transfering
supercity36
Well-Known Member
maybe the causes they are fighting for are questionable, but anyone who doubt a soilders integrity and honour are out of order. my dads partners son is off to afghan on the 26th, and i wish him and all his fellow soilders the best of luck. far too many soilders have already paid the ultimate price