Happy Veterans Day!

Discussion in 'Wilderness & Survival Skills' started by kage, Nov 11, 2009.

  1. kage


    Oct 25, 2006
    As a veteran, I just wanted to say Happy Veterans Day and thank you to all who have served and all who have sacrificed.

    I know that many of our brothers and sisters here at WS&S have served so enjoy your day off...you deserve it!
  2. koyote


    Mar 29, 2007
    USN, Hon. Dis.

    Happy Veteran's Day, kage, and to all.
  3. kr1


    May 30, 2006
    I appreciate the thought. Happy Veterans day to you also.

    I have been out 29 years now. Never had one Veterans day off. :(

    I always find it interesting though that it always seem like its other veterans that thank me for my service. It is truly a brotherhood, and one I have always been proud to be a member.

    To all you other vets out there. Happy Veterans day to you as well. Your contributions and sacrifices have not gone unnoticed or unappreciated.

  4. koyote


    Mar 29, 2007
    I propose a Kiple contest.

    I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
    The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
    The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
    I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
    O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
    But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
    The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
    O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

    I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
    They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
    They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
    But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
    For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
    But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
    The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
    O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.

    Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
    Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
    An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
    Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
    Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
    But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
    The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
    O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

    We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
    But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
    An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
    Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
    While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
    But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
    There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
    O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

    You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
    We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
    Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
    The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
    For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
    But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
    An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
    An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!
  5. dawsonbob


    Feb 18, 2009
    You beat me to Tommy, Christof, but here's one of my other favorites. I've been a Kipling aficionado for many years. I've added some emphasis to this one.


    By Rudyard Kipling

    To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned,
    To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,

    Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed,
    And a trooper of the Empress, if you please.
    Yea, a trooper of the forces who has run his own six horses,
    And faith he went the pace and went it blind,
    And the world was more than kin while he held the ready tin,
    But to-day the Sergeant's something less than kind.
    We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
    Baa! Baa! Baa!
    We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
    Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
    Damned from here to Eternity,
    God ha' mercy on such as we,
    Baa! Yah! Bah!

    Oh, it's sweet to sweat through stables, sweet to empty kitchen slops,
    And it's sweet to hear the tales the troopers tell,
    To dance with blowzy housemaids at the regimental hops
    And thrash the cad who says you waltz too well.
    Yes, it makes you cock-a-hoop to be "Rider" to your troop,
    And branded with a blasted worsted spur,
    When you envy, O how keenly, one poor Tommy being cleanly
    Who blacks your boots and sometimes calls you "Sir".

    If the home we never write to, and the oaths we never keep,
    And all we know most distant and most dear,
    Across the snoring barrack-room return to break our sleep,
    Can you blame us if we soak ourselves in beer?
    When the drunken comrade mutters and the great guard-lantern gutters
    And the horror of our fall is written plain,
    Every secret, self-revealing on the aching white-washed ceiling,
    Do you wonder that we drug ourselves from pain?

    We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth,
    We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung,
    And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
    God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

    Our shame is clean repentance for the crime that brought the sentence,
    Our pride it is to know no spur of pride,
    And the Curse of Reuben holds us till an alien turf enfolds us
    And we die, and none can tell Them where we died.
    We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,
    Baa! Baa! Baa!
    We're little black sheep who've gone astray,
    Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree,
    Damned from here to Eternity,
    God ha' mercy on such as we,
    Baa! Yah! Bah!

    For all of my brother who have also known the taste of war... God help us, for we saw the worst too young.
  6. kage


    Oct 25, 2006
    One of my favorite poems about Vets that always gets me a little emotional (maybe more Memorial Day than Veterans Day, but we should always remember):

    A Soldier Died Today
    Originally Titled, "JUST A COMMON SOLDIER"
    by A. Lawrence Vaincourt ©1985

    He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
    And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
    Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
    In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.

    And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
    All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
    But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
    And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.

    He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
    For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
    Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
    And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

    When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
    While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
    Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
    But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.

    Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
    A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
    Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
    Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

    A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
    Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
    While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
    Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

    It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
    That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
    It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
    Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

    Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
    Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
    Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
    His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

    He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
    But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
    For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
    Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

    If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
    Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
    Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
    Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
  7. j williams

    j williams

    Nov 14, 2005
    Happy Veterans day guys....From one Vet to another. :thumbup:

    Now read this.

    213 things you cant do in the Army.

    1. Not allowed to watch Southpark when I’m supposed to
    be working.

    2. My proper military title is “Specialist Schwarz”
    not “Princess Anastasia”.

    3. Not allowed to threaten anyone with black magic.

    4. Not allowed to challenge anyone’s disbelief of
    black magic by asking for hair.

    5. Not allowed to get silicone breast implants.

    6. Not allowed to play “Pulp Fiction” with a
    suction-cup dart pistol and any officer.

    7. Not allowed to add “In accordance with the
    prophesy” to the end of answers I give to a question
    an officer asks me.

    8. Not allowed to add pictures of officers I don’t
    like to War Criminal posters.

    9. Not allowed to title any product “Get Over it”.

    10. Not allowed to purchase anyone’s soul on
    government time.

    11. Not allowed to join the Communist Party.

    12. Not allowed to join any militia.

    13. Not allowed to form any militia.

    14. Not allowed out of my office when the president
    visited Sarajevo.

    15. Not allowed to train adopted stray dogs to “Sic

    16. Must get a haircut even if it tampers with my
    “Samson like powers”.

    17. God may not contradict any of my orders.

    18. May no longer perform my now (in)famous “Barbie
    Girl Dance” while on duty.

    19. May not call any officers immoral, untrustworthy,
    lying, slime, even if I’m right.

    20. Must not taunt the French any more.

    21. Must attempt to not antagonize SAS.

    22. Must never call an SAS a “Wanker”.

    23. Must never ask anyone who outranks me if they’ve
    been smoking crack.

    24. Must not tell any officer that I am smarter than
    they are, especially if it’s true.

    25. Never confuse a Dutch soldier for a French one.

    26. Never tell a German soldier that “We kicked your
    ass in World War 2!”

    27. Don’t tell Princess Di jokes in front of the paras
    (British Airborne).

    28. Don’t take the batteries out of the other soldiers
    alarm clocks (Even if they do hit snooze about forty

    29. The Irish MPs are not after “Me frosted lucky

    30. Not allowed to wake an Non-Commissioned Officer by
    repeatedly banging on the head with a bag of trash.

    31. Not allowed to let sock puppets take
    responsibility for any of my actions.

    32. Not allowed to let sock puppets take command of my

    33. Not allowed to chew gum at formation, unless I
    brought enough for everybody.

    34. (Next day) Not allowed to chew gum at formation
    even if I *did* bring enough for everybody.

    35. Not allowed to sing “High Speed Dirt” by Megadeth
    during airborne operations. (“See the earth below/Soon
    to make a crater/Blue sky, black death, I’m off to
    meet my maker”)

    36. Can’t have flashbacks to wars I was not in. (The
    Spanish-American War isn’t over).

    37. Our medic is called “Sgt Larwasa”, not “Dr.

    38. Our supply Sgt is “Sgt Watkins” not “Sugar Daddy”.

    39. Not allowed to ask for the day off due to
    religious purposes, on the basis that the world is
    going to end, more than once.

    40. I do not have super-powers.

    41. “Keep on Trucking” is *not* a psychological
    warfare message.

    42. Not allowed to attempt to appeal to mankind’s
    baser instincts in recruitment posters.

    43. Camouflage body paint is not a uniform.

    44. I am not the atheist chaplain.

    45. I am not allowed to “Go to Bragg boulevard and
    shake daddy’s little money maker for twenties stuffed
    into my undies”.

    46. I am not authorized to fire officers.

    47. I am not a citizen of Texas, and those other,
    forty-nine, lesser states.

    48. I may not use public masturbation as a tool to
    demonstrate a flaw in a command decision.

    49. Not allowed to trade military equipment for “magic

    50. Not allowed to sell magic beans during duty hours.

    51. Not allowed to quote “Dr Seuss” on military

    52. Not allowed to yell “Take that Cobra” at the rifle

    53. Not allowed to quote “Full Metal Jacket “ at the
    rifle range.

    54. “Napalm sticks to kids” is *not* a motivational

    55. An order to “Put Kiwi on my boots” does *not*
    involve fruit.

    56. An order to “Make my Boots black and shiny” does
    not involve electrical tape.

    57. The proper response to a lawful order is not

    58. The following words and phrases may not be used in
    a cadence- Budding sexuality, necrophilia, I hate
    everyone in this formation and wish they were dead,
    sexual lubrication, black earth mother, all Marines
    are latent homosexuals, Tantric yoga, Gotterdammerung,
    Korean hooker, Eskimo Nell, we’ve all got jackboots
    now, slut puppy, or any references to squid.

    59. May not make posters depicting the leadership
    failings of my chain of command.

    60. “The Giant Space Ants” are not at the top of my
    chain of command.

    61. If one soldier has a 2nd Lt bar on his uniform,
    and I have an E-4 on mine It means he outranks me. It
    does not mean “I have been promoted three more times
    than you”.

    62. It is better to beg forgiveness than to ask
    permission, no longer applies to Specialist Schwarz.

    63. Command decisions do *not* need to be ratified by
    a 2/3 majority.

    64. Inflatable novelties do *not* entitle me to BAQ or
    Separation pay.

    65. There are no evil clowns living under my bed.

    66. There is no “Anti-Mime” campaign in Bosnia.

    67. I am not the Psychological Warfare Mascot.

    68. I may not line my helmet with tin foil to “Block
    out the space mind control lasers”.

    69. May not pretend to be a fascist stormtrooper,
    while on duty.

    70. I am not authorized to prescribe any form of

    71. I must not flaunt my deviances in front of my
    chain of command.

    72. May not wear gimp mask while on duty.

    73. No military functions are to be performed

    74. Woad is not camouflage makeup.

    75. May not conduct psychological experiments on my
    chain of command.

    76. “Teddy Bear, Teddy bear, turn around” is *not* a

    77. The MP checkpoint is not an Imperial Stormtrooper
    roadblock, so I should not tell them “You don’t need
    to see my identification, these are not the droids you
    are looking for.”

    78. I may not call block my chain of command.

    79. I am neither the king nor queen of cheese.

    80. Not allowed to wear a dress to any army functions.

    81. May not bring a drag queen to the battalion formal

    82. May not form any press gangs.

    83. Must not start any SITREP (Situation Report) with
    “I recently had an experience I just had to write you
    about….” military vehicles to “Squish” things.

    85. Not allowed to make any Psychological Warfare
    products depicting the infamous Ft. Bragg sniper

    86. May not challenge anyone in my chain of command to
    the “field of honor”.
  8. j williams

    j williams

    Nov 14, 2005
    87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for
    longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not
    allowed to do it.

    88. Must not refer to 1st Sgt as “Mom”.

    89. Must not refer to the Commander as “Dad”.

    90. Inflatable sheep do *not* need to be displayed
    during a room inspection.

    91. I am not authorized to initiate Jihad.

    92. When asked to give a few words at a military
    ceremony “Romper Bomper Stomper Boo” is probably not

    93. Nerve gas is not funny.

    94. Crucifixes do not ward off officers, and I should
    not test that.

    95. I am not in need of a more suitable host body.

    96. “Redneck Zombies” is not a military training aid.

    97. Gozer does not dwell in my refrigerator.

    98. The proper response to a chemical weapon attack is
    not “Tell my chain of command what I really think
    about them, and then poke holes in their masks.”

    99. A smiley face is not used to mark a minefield.

    100. Claymore mines are not filled with yummy candy,
    and it is wrong to tell new soldiers that they are.

    101. I am not allowed to mount a bayonet on a
    crew-served weapon.

    102. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full
    military honors, even if they are “casualties of war”.

    103. My commander is not old enough to have fought in
    the civil war, and I should stop implying that he did.

    104. Vodka, green food coloring, and a “Cool Mint”
    Listerine® bottle is not a good combination.

    105. I am not allowed to bum cigarettes off of anyone
    under twelve.

    106. I may not trade my rifle for any of the
    following: Cigarettes, booze, sexual favors,
    Kalishnikovs, Soviet Armored vehicles, small children,
    or bootleg CD’s.

    107. Must not mock command decisions in front of the

    108. Should not taunt members of the press, even if
    they are really fat, exceptionally stupid, and working
    for UPI.

    109. I am not authorized to change national policy in
    Eastern Europe.

    110. Never, ever, attempt to correct a Green Beret
    officer about anything.

    111. I am not qualified to operate any US, German,
    Polish, or Russian Armored vehicles.

    112. When saluting a “leg” officer, an appropriate
    greeting is not “Airborne leads the wa- oh…sorry sir”.

    113. There is absolutely no need to emulate the people
    from “Full Monty” every time I hear the song “Hot

    114. I cannot trade my CO to the Russians.

    115. I should not speculate on the penis size of
    anyone who outranks me.

    116. Crucifying mice - bad idea.

    117. Must not use government equipment to bootleg

    118. Burn pits for classified material are not revel
    fires - therefore it is wrong to dance naked around

    119. I cannot arrest children for being rude.

    120. An EO briefing is probably not the best place to
    unveil my newest off color joke.

    121. I should not use government resources to
    “waterproof” dirty magazines.

    122. Radioactive material should not be stored in the

    123. I should not teach other soldiers to say
    offensive and crude things in Albanian, under the
    guise of teaching them how to say potentially useful

    124. Two drink limit does not mean first and last.

    125. Two drink limit does not mean two kinds of

    126. Two drink limit does not mean the drinks can be
    as large as I like.

    127. “No Drinking Of Alcoholic Beverages” does not
    imply that a Jack Daniel’s ® IV is acceptable.

    128. “Shpadoinkle” is not a real word.

    129. The Microsoft ® “Dancing Paperclip” is not
    authorized to countermand any orders.

    130. “I’m drunk” is a bad answer to any question posed
    by my commander.

    131. No dancing in the turret. This especially applies
    in conjunction with rule #113.

    132. The loudspeaker system is not a forum to voice my

    133. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to
    replace the radio.

    134. The loudspeaker system is not to be used to
    broadcast the soundtrack to a porno movie.

    135. An order to put polish on my boots means the
    whole boot.

    136. Shouting “Let’s do the village! Let’s do the
    whole fucking village!” while out on a mission is bad.

    137. Should not show up at the front gate wearing part
    of a Russian uniform, messily drunk.

    138. Even if my commander did it.

    139. Must not teach interpreters how to make “MRE”

    140. I am not authorized to sell mineral rights.

    141. Not allowed to use a broadsword to disprove “The
    Pen is Mightier than the sword”.

    142. “Calvin-Ball” is not authorized PT.

    143. I do not need to keep a “range card” by my

    144. “K-Pot, LBE, and a thin coat of Break-free” is
    not an authorized uniform.

    145. I should not drink three quarts of blue food
    coloring before a urine test.

    146. Nor should I drink three quarts of red food
    coloring, and scream during the same.

    147. I should not threaten suicide with pop rocks and
    Coke ®.

    148. Putting red “Mike and Ike’s” ® into a
    prescription medicine bottle, and then eating them all
    in a formation is not funny.

    149. Must not create new DOD forms, then insist they
    be filled out.

    150. On Sports Day PT, a wedgie is not considered a
    legal tackle.

    151. The proper way to report to my Commander is
    “Specialist Schwarz, reporting as ordered, Sir” not
    “You can’t prove a thing!”

    152. The following items do not exist: Keys to the
    Drop Zone, A box of grid squares, blinker fluid,
    winter air for tires, canopy lights, or Chem-Light ®

    153. I should not assign new privates to “guard the
    flight line”.

    154. Shouldn’t treat “piss-bottles” with
    extra-strength icy hot.

    155. Teaching Albanian children to taunt other
    soldiers is not nice.

    156. I will no longer perform “lap-dances” while in

    157. If I take the uniform off, in the course of the
    lap-dance, it still counts.

    158. The revolution is not now.

    159. When detained by MP’s, I do not have a right to a
    strip search.

    160. No part of the military uniform is edible.

    161. Bodychecking General officers is not a good idea.

    162. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain
    of command.

    163. Take that hat off.

    164. There is no such thing as a were-virgin.

    165. I do not get “that time of month”.

    166. No, the pants are not optional.

    167. Not allowed to operate a business out of the

    168. Especially not a pornographic movie studio.

    169. Not even if they *are* “especially patriotic

    170. Not allowed to “defect” to OPFOR during training

    171. On training missions, try not to shoot down the
    General’s helicopter.

    172. “A full magazine and some privacy” is not the way
    to help a potential suicide.

    173. I am not allowed to create new levels of security

    174. Furby ® is not allowed into classified areas. (I
    swear to the gods, I did not make that up, it’s
    actually DOD policy).

    175. We do not “charge into battle, naked, like the

    176. Any device that can crawl across the table on
    medium, does not need to be brought into the office.

    177. I am not to refer to a formation as “the boxy
    rectangle thingie”.

    178. I am not “A lesbian trapped in a man’s body”.

    179. On Army documents, my race is not “Other”.

    180. Nor is it “Secretariat, in the third”.

    181. Pokémon® trainer is not an MOS.

    182. There is no FM for “wall-to-wall counseling”.

    183. My chain of command has neither the time, nor the
    inclination to hear about what I did with six boxes of
    Fruit Roll-Ups. ®

    184. When operating a military vehicle I may *not*
    attempt something “I saw in a cartoon”.

    185. My name is not a killing word.

    186. I am not the Emperor of anything.

    187. Must not taunt officers in the throes of nicotine
    withdrawal, with cigarettes.

    188. May not challenge officers to “Meet me on the
    field of honor, at dawn”.

    189. Do not dare SERE graduates to eat bugs. They will
    always do it.

    190. Must not make s’mores while on guard duty.

    191. Our Humvees cannot be assembled into a giant

    192. The proper response to a briefing is not “That’s
    what you think”.

    193. The Masons, and Gray Aliens are not in our chain
    of command.

    194. Shouldn’t take incriminating photos of my chain
    of command.

    195. Shouldn’t use Photoshop ® to create incriminating
    photos of my chain of command.

    196. I am not allowed to give tattoos.

    197. I am not allowed to sing “Henry the VIII I am”
    until verse 68 ever again.

    198. Not allowed to lead a “Coup” during training

    199. I should not confess to crimes that took place
    before I was born.

    200. My chain of command is not interested in why I
    “just happen” to have a kilt, an inflatable sheep, and
    a box of rubber bands in the back of my car.

    201. Must not valiantly push officers onto hand
    grenades to save the squad.

    202. Despite the confusing similarity in the names,
    the “Safety Dance” and the “Safety Briefing” are never
    to be combined.

    203. “To conquer the earth with an army of flying
    monkeys” is a bad long term goal to give the
    re-enlistment NCO.

    204. NEVER nail a stuffed bunny to a cross and put it
    up in front of the Battalion Headquarters sign as an
    “Easter Desecration.”

    205. Don’t write up false gigs on a HMMWV PMCS.
    (”Broken clutch pedal”, “Number three turbine has
    frequent flame-outs”, “flux capacitor emits loud whine
    when engaged”)

    206. Not allowed to get shot.

    207. The Chicken and Rice MRE is *not* a personal
    lubricant. (Skippy wanted this noted for the record
    that this is not something he has ever attempted or
    considered! It was something we heard at dinner on 22
    September 2001 and it was just so obscene it had to go

    208. Not allowed to play into the deluded fantasies of
    the civilians who are “hearing conversations” from the
    NSA, FBI, CIA and KGB due to the microchip the aliens
    implanted in their brain.

    209. An airsickness bag is to be used for airsickness
    *only*. (Also not a Skippy-ism…this was the same

    210. Must not make T-shirts up depicting a pig with
    the writing “Eat Pork or Die” in Arabic to bring as
    civilian attire when preparing to deploy to a
    primarily Muslim country.

    211. Don’t ask LTC Steele to sign my copy of Blackhawk

    212. Must not go on nine deployments in six years that
    require a security clearance that I don’t have, even
    if the Army tells me repeatedly that I have one and I
    have no reason to question them.

    213. Do not convince NCO’s that their razorbumps are
    the result of microscopic parasites.
  9. koyote


    Mar 29, 2007

    I almost never quote something not Kipling, but Siegfried Sassoon, in WW1, wrote these:

    The Kiss.

    To these I turn, in these I trust—Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
    To his blind power I make appeal,
    I guard her beauty clean from rust.
    He spins and burns and loves the air,
    And splits a skull to win my praise;
    But up the nobly marching days
    She glitters naked, cold and fair.
    Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this:
    That in good fury he may feel
    The body where he sets his heel
    Quail from your downward darting kiss.


    The Bishop tells us: 'When the boys come back
    'They will not be the same; for they'll have fought
    'In a just cause: they lead the last attack
    'On Anti-Christ; their comrades' blood has bought
    'New right to breed an honourable race,
    'They have challenged Death and dared him face to face.'

    'We're none of us the same!' the boys reply.
    'For George lost both his legs; and Bill's stone blind;
    'Poor Jim's shot through the lungs and like to die;
    'And Bert's gone syphilitic: you'll not find
    'A chap who's served that hasn't found some change.
    ' And the Bishop said: 'The ways of God are strange!'
  10. dawsonbob


    Feb 18, 2009
    Army Sayings

    By: Unknown

    Combat Engineers:

    If it can’t be fixed with duct tape and a crowbar, it can’t be fixed There exists no problem which cannot be solved by a direct application of high explosives

    Among the officers:

    Hey, this place sucks! Let’s live here!
    There’s got to be a harder way to do this

    Among the enlisted men:

    Hey, %^#&*# #$^%&^ man! #$^%&# @%^# and let’s #$^@#& #$^& (^*#^! until we #^@^$%&$* and then #$^#&^& @$^*)& @$#%@^ beers!!!!

    General (excuse the pun) Wisdom

    Friendly fire - isn’t.
    You are not Superman; Marines and fighter pilots take note.
    If it’s stupid but it works, it isn’t stupid.
    Try to look unimportant; the enemy may be low on ammo and not want to waste a bullet on you.
    If at first you don’t succeed, call in an airstrike.
    Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.
    If your attack is going really well, it’s an ambush.
    The enemy invariably attacks on two occasions: a. When they’re ready. b. When you’re not.
    There is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.
    The easy way is always mined.
    Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy other people to shoot at.
    Never draw fire; it irritates everyone around you.
    When you have secured the area, make sure the enemy knows it too.
    Incoming fire has the right of way.
    No combat ready unit has ever passed inspection. No inspection ready unit has ever passed combat.
    If the enemy is within range, so are you.
    The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.
    Anything you do can get you killed, including nothing.
    Make it too tough for the enemy to get in, and you won’t be able to get out.
    Tracers work both ways.
    Military Intelligence is a contradiction.
    Weather ain’t neutral.
    The Cavalry doesn’t always come to the rescue.
    Mines are equal opportunity weapons.
    Killing for peace is like screwing for virginity.
    The one item you need is always in short supply.
    When in doubt, empty your magazine.
    The side with the simplest uniforms wins.
    Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie down, never stay awake when you can sleep.
    The most dangerous thing in the world is a Second Lieutenant with a map and a compass.
    The worse the weather, the more you are required to be out in it.
    Combat experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
    The tough part about being an officer is that the troops don’t know what they want, but they know for crertain what they don’t want.
    To steal information from a person is called plagiarism. To steal information from the enemy is called gathering intelligence.
    A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.
    Beer Math —> 2 beers times 37 men equals 49 cases.
    Don’t ever be the first, don’t ever be the last and don’t ever volunteer to do anything. If your positions are firmly set and you are prepared to take the enemy assault on, he will bypass you.
    The more stupid the leader is, the more important missions he is ordered to carry out.
    There is always a way, and it usually doesn’t work.
    Never tell the Platoon Sergeant you have nothing to do.
  11. j williams

    j williams

    Nov 14, 2005
    more of a memorial day thing....but this has very special meaning to me, and evey trooper.

    Halfway down the trail to Hell,
    In a shady meadow green
    Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
    Near a good old-time canteen.
    And this eternal resting place
    Is known as Fiddlers' Green.

    Marching past, straight through to Hell
    The Infantry are seen.
    Accompanied by the Engineers,
    Artillery and Marines,
    For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
    Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.

    Though some go curving down the trail
    To seek a warmer scene.
    No trooper ever gets to Hell
    Ere he's emptied his canteen.
    And so rides back to drink again
    With friends at Fiddlers' Green.

    And so when man and horse go down
    Beneath a saber keen,
    Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
    You stop a bullet clean,
    And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
    Just empty your canteen,
    And put your pistol to your head
    And go to Fiddlers' Green.
  12. Stormstaff


    Dec 14, 2007
    Happy Veterans Day!

    My thanks to all that serve, that have served or that will serve!

    May God bless each and every one of you!
  13. chewbacca


    Mar 17, 2007
    Thank you to all who are serving and have served. I appreciate the freedoms that you have protected in the past and continue to protect for all of us here in the US.
  14. jw2n


    Sep 22, 2009
    U.S. Army, Retired, 26 years served, and I had to work today!
  15. oldman/Marty


    Apr 23, 2006
    A very special Happy Veterans Day to all vets especially my Vietnam brothers.
    Welcome Home.
    Oldman/Marty Simon
  16. 11x11x


    May 21, 2008
  17. Bushman5


    Oct 31, 2007
    To the fallen, to the deployed, to the reserve units at home, to the new recruits and the old guard,

    Thank you from all of us

    This year I started a new tradition that is catching on with some of the local Vets. I took one of our special edition Canadian quarters and a rare earth magnet, and used the magnet to hold the quarter to my lapel. It has gotten many accolades from Vets and CDN Soldiers

    this is the quarter:

  18. flnder


    Nov 30, 2003

    You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine,
    Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a',
    But here in the trenches jist gie me for mine
    The wee penny whistle o' Sandy McGraw.
    Oh, it's: "Sandy, ma lad, will you lilt us a tune?"
    And Sandy is willin' and trillin' like mad;
    Sae silvery sweet that we a' throng aroun',
    And some o' it's gay, but the maist o' it's sad.
    Jist the wee simple airs that sink intae your hert,
    And grup ye wi' love and wi' longin' for hame;
    And ye glour like an owl till you're feelin' the stert
    O' a tear, and you blink wi' a feelin' o' shame.
    For his song's o' the heather, and here in the dirt
    You listen and dream o' a land that's sae braw,
    And he mak's you forget a' the harm and the hurt,
    For he pipes like a laverock, does Sandy McGraw.

    . . . . . . . . . .

    At Eepers I mind me when rank upon rank
    We rose from the trenches and swept like the gale,
    Till the rapid-fire guns got us fell on the flank
    And the murderin' bullets came swishin' like hail:
    Till a' that were left o' us faltered and broke;
    Till it seemed for a moment a panicky rout,
    When shrill through the fume and the flash and the smoke
    The wee valiant voice o' a whistle piped out.
    The Campbells are Comin': Then into the fray
    We bounded wi' bayonets reekin' and raw,
    And oh we fair revelled in glory that day,
    Jist thanks to the whistle o' Sandy McGraw.

    . . . . . . . . . .

    At Loose, it wis after a sconnersome fecht,
    On the field o' the slain I wis crawlin' aboot;
    And the rockets were burnin' red holes in the nicht;
    And the guns they were veciously thunderin' oot;
    When sudden I heard a bit sound like a sigh,
    And there in a crump-hole a kiltie I saw:
    "Whit ails ye, ma lad? Are ye woundit?" says I.
    "I've lost ma wee whustle," says Sandy McGraw.
    "'Twas oot by yon bing where we pressed the attack,
    It drapped frae ma pooch, and between noo and dawn
    There isna much time so I'm jist crawlin' back. . .
    "Ye're daft, man! " I telt him, but Sandy wis gone.

    Weel, I waited a wee, then I crawled oot masel,
    And the big stuff wis gorin' and roarin' around,
    And I seemed tae be under the oxter o' hell,
    And Creation wis crackin' tae bits by the sound.
    And I says in ma mind: "Gang ye back, ye auld fule !"
    When I thrilled tae a note that wis saucy and sma';
    And there in a crater, collected and cool,
    Wi' his wee penny whistle wis Sandy McGraw.
    Ay, there he wis playin' as gleg as could be,
    And listenin' hard wis a spectacled Boche;
    Then Sandy turned roon' and he noddit tae me,
    And he says: "Dinna blab on me, Sergeant McTosh.
    The auld chap is deein'. He likes me tae play.
    It's makin' him happy. Jist see his een shine!"
    And thrillin' and sweet in the hert o' the fray
    Wee Sandy wis playin' The Watch on the Rhine.

    . . . . . . . . . .

    The last scene o' a'---'twas the day that we took
    That bit o' black ruin they ca' Labbiesell.
    It seemed the hale hillside jist shivered and shook,
    And the red skies were roarin' and spewin' oot shell.
    And the Sergeants were cursin' tae keep us in hand,
    And hard on the leash we were strainin' like dugs,
    When upward we shot at the word o' command,
    And the bullets were dingin' their songs in oor lugs.
    And onward we swept wi' a yell and a cheer,
    And a' wis destruction, confusion and din,
    And we knew that the trench o' the Boches wis near,
    And it seemed jist the safest bit hole tae be in.
    So we a' tumbled doon, and the Boches were there,
    And they held up their hands, and they yelled: "Kamarad!"
    And I merched aff wi' ten, wi' their palms in the air,
    And my! I wis prood-like, and my! I wis glad.
    And I thocht: if ma lassie could see me jist then. .
    When sudden I sobered at somethin' I saw,
    And I stopped and I stared, and I halted ma men,
    For there on a stretcher wis Sandy McGraw.

    Weel, he looks in ma face, jist as game as ye please:
    " Ye ken hoo I hate tae be workin'," says he;
    "But noo I can play in the street for bawbees,
    Wi' baith o' ma legs taken aff at the knee."
    And though I could see he wis rackit wi' pain,
    He reached for his whistle and stertit tae play;
    And quaverin' sweet wis the pensive refrain:
    The floors o' the forest are a' wede away.
    Then sudden he stoppit: "Man, wis it no grand
    Hoo we took a' them trenches?" . . . He shakit his heid:
    "I'll-no -play-nae-mair" feebly doon frae his hand
    Slipped the wee penny whistle and --- Sandy wis deid.

    . . . . . . . . . .

    And so you may talk o' your Steinways and Strads,
    Your wonderful organs and brasses sae braw;
    But oot in the trenches jist gie me, ma lads,
    Yon wee penny whistle o' Sandy McGraw.

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