“You spend your life avoiding conflict”
My
new therapist has just said
I
suppose he has a point, because visiting
War
zones fills me with dread
“You spend your life avoiding conflict”
My
new therapist has just said
I
suppose he has a point, because visiting
War
zones fills me with dread
Salute it only if it moves
Pick
it up if it doesn't move
If
you can't salute it
Or
pick it up just paint it
There is an old law of combat
If
you heed this, you’ll go far
Never
ever share a foxhole
With
anyone braver than you are
The silence of a foggy night in the fall
Was shattered suddenly by a radio call
“Unknown vessel divert your course please
And steer to the north by fifteen degrees
Recommend you make this correction
That we might avoid a head on collision”
The reply came “Divert YOUR course please
And steer to the south by fifteen degrees
Recommend you make this correction
That we might avoid a head on collision”
“This is the Captain of the USS Codfish
I say again, divert YOUR course forthwith”
The Reply came back “No, I say again
You must divert your course you can’t remain”
This is the USS Codfish not a garbage scow
We’re a large warship divert your course now!
“I don’t care whether you are large or small”
“This is a lighthouse” Said the reply “your
call”
Being from an army family I dreaded
Being invited to the officer’s mess
Because I’d have one too many margarita’s
The buddy system is essential
To
surviving in combat
Because
it gives the enemy
Somebody
else to shoot at
In the First World War
We
fought Germany and won
In
the Second World War
We
fought Germany and won
So
why are we messing about
In
places like Iraq and Afghanistan
When
we could fight Germany again
And
continue the way we began
What would happen in the unhappy event?
Of
a nuclear attack that we cannot prevent
Just
put you head in between knee and thigh
Pucker
up and then kiss your arse goodbye
A nuclear war, can they say
Ruin
your whole bloody day
For
in any atomic hostility
A Squadron Leader is up for promotion
And a board is held in order to be fare
The S.L. must answer three questions
To ascertain if he has the right flare
The chairman to put him at his ease
Directs him to be seated in a chair
“What do you call the gas we breathe”
The squadron leader answered “air”
“What is it that grows on your head”
The squadron leader answered “hair”
“What is the name for an animals’ den”
The squadron leader answered “lair”
“Well done now just one final test
But you can still fail so take care
We are looking for a short phrase
Which will open any door you care
Arrange your previous answers to
Make the phrase to get you there”
The Squadron Leader briefly thought
Then confidently said, “air hair lair”
I think war is probably God's way
Of
teaching us all a lesson I’d say
But
it won’t be a lesson in theology
The silence of a foggy night in the fall
Was shattered suddenly by a radio call
“Unknown vessel divert your course please
And
steer to the north by fifteen degrees
Recommend
you make this correction
That we might avoid a head on collision”
The reply came “Divert YOUR course please
And
steer to the south by fifteen degrees
Recommend
you make this correction
That
we might avoid a head on collision”
“This
is the Captain of the USS Codfish
I
say again, divert YOUR course forthwith”
The
Reply came back “No, I say again
You
must divert you course you can’t remain”
This
is the USS Codfish not a garbage scow
We’re a large warship divert your course now!
“I don’t care whether you are large or small”
“This is a lighthouse” Said the reply “your call”
The buddy system is essential
To
surviving in combat
Because
it gives the enemy
Somebody
else to shoot at
She was born in Switzerland But worked for the French Resistance Under the Codename “Colette” From January 1944 until August 1944 ...