When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to your Gawd like a soldier.
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That is the reality of the situation. Very, very evil indeed.
Kipling?
Ah, good ol’ Rudyard.
Is your real name Rudyarddog Kipling?
Thanks for posting. Listened to the whole poem on Youtube while reading the words, “The Young British Soldier”.
Kind of like this one...
The BBB Poem
“We’re the battling bastards of Bataan;
No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam.
No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,
No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces.
And nobody gives a damn.
Nobody gives a damn.
by Frank Hewlett 1942