Corps Nostalgia

#1
i am the only corps-man with a liking for CORPS nostalgia regarding poerty, pictures etc of days gone by :?: :?: :?: :?:

i love the two poems below by Rudyard Kipling, anymore for anymore :?: :?: :?: :?:

The Sapper
Rudyard Kipling

When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,
("It's all one", says the Sapper),
The Lord He created the Engineer,
Her Majesty's Royal Engineer,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When the flood comes along for an extra monsoon,
'Twas Noah constructed the first pontoon,
To the plans of Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

But after fatigue in the wet an' the sun,
Old Noah got drunk, which he wouldn't ha' done,
If he'd trained with Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When the Tower o' Babel had mixed up men's bat,
Some clever civilian was managing that,
An' none of Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When the Jews had a fight at the foot of a hill,
Young Joshua ordered the sun to stand still,
For he was a Captain of Engineers,
Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

When the Children of Israel made bricks without straw,
They were learnin' the regular work of our Corps,
The work of Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

For ever since then, if a war they would wage,
Behold us a - shinin' on history's page -
First page for Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

We lay down their sidings an' help 'em entrain,
An' we sweep up their mess through the bloomin' campaign,
In the style of Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

They send us in front with a fuse an' a mine
To blow up the gates that are rushed by the Line,
But bent by Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

They send us behind with a pick an' a spade,
To dig for the guns of a bullock-brigade
Which has asked for Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

We work under escort in trousers and shirt,
An' the heathen they plug us tail-up in the dirt,
Annoying Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

We blast out the rock an' we shovel the mud,
We make 'em good roads an' - they roll down the Khud,
Reporting Her Majesty's Royal Engineers'
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

We make 'em their bridges, their wells an' their huts
An' the telegraph wire the enemy cuts,
An' it's blamed on Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

An' when we return, an' from war we would cease,
They grudge us adornin' the billets of peace,
Which are kept for Her Majesty's Royal Engineers'
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

We build 'em nice barracks - they swear they are bad,
That our Colonels are Methodist, married or mad,
Insultin' Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

They haven't no manners nor gratitude too,
For the more that we help 'em the less they will do,
But mock at Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

Now the Line's but a man with a gun in his hand,
An' Cavalry's only what horses can stand,
When helped by Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

Artillery moves by the leave o' the ground,
But we are the men that do something all round,
For we are Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!

I have stated it plain an' my arguments thus
("It's all one", says the Sapper)
There's only one Corps which is perfect - that's us:
An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers,
Her Majesty's Royal Engineers,
With the rank and pay of a Sapper!
A Salute to The Engineers, Rudyard Kipling

Now the Lord of the Realm has glorified the Charge of the Light Brigade,
And the thin red line of the Infantry, when will their glory fade?
There are robust rhymes on the British Tar and classics on Musketeers,
But I shall sing, till your eardrums ring, of the Muddy Old Engineers.

Now it's all very fair to fly through the air, or humour a heavy gun,
Or ride in tanks through the broken ranks of the crushed and shattered Hun.
And its nice to think when the U-Boats sink of the glory that outlives the years,
But whoever heard an haunting word for the Muddy Old Engineers?

Now you musn't feel, when you read this spiel, that the sapper is a jealous knave,
That he joined the ranks for a vote of thanks in search of a hero's grave
No your mechanised cavalrys' quite alright and your Tommy has drained few peers,
But where in hell would the lot of them be, if it weren't for the Engineers,

Oh they look like tramps but they build your camps and sometimes lead the advance,
And they sweat red blood to bridge the flood to give you a fighting chance
Who stays behind when its getting hot, to blow up the roads in the rear?
Just tell your wife she owes your life to some Muddy Old Engineer,
Some dusty, crusty, croaking, joking Muddy Old Engineer.

No fancy crest is pinned to their chest, if you read what their cap badge says,
Why 'Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense' is a queersome sort of praise,
But their modest claim to immortal fame has probably reached your ears,
The first to arrive, the last to leave, the Muddy Old Engineers,
The sweating, go getting, uproarious, glorious Muddy Old Engineers.
 
#2
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
i am the only corps-man with a liking for CORPS nostalgia regarding poerty, pictures etc of days gone by :?: :?: :?: :?:

No you are not , I too am partial to a bit of Kipling (not the cake and not the bleep stuff that no doubt eeeaaaw17 and dadoodaron will no doubt clutter the forum with unless Chinnys mum or some gay German finds them :lol: Yes I saw your other post!

Those are two of my favourites along with
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Cannot get through 22/23 Jan without watching a certain video either :oops:
 
#3
Priam said:
Cannot get through 22/23 Jan without watching a certain video either :oops:
will that date be lost on people on others though my friend
:?: :?: :?: :?:
 
#5
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
Priam said:
Cannot get through 22/23 Jan without watching a certain video either :oops:
will that date be lost on people on others though my friend
:?: :?: :?: :?:




nor here i used to slope of and join 5 sqn at tidders for there pi** up fantashtich
 
#6
There may be a 5 Sqn reunion in the offing later this year... or so the Jungle Drums say!

Can anyone confirm this :?:
 
#7
Sorry mate i was 8 sqn just used to enjoy the p*** ups (still do, funny that)
 
#8
HEART_STOPPER said:
Sorry mate i was 8 sqn just used to enjoy the p*** ups (still do, funny that)
really...................................................... i would never have guessed :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops:
 
#9
No your not I have a WW1 officers stick and a WW1 trench whistle also a WW1 RE cap badge I am starting my own personal corp museum!!

i love it and always end up with something corps (or army) related for Birthdays and christmas!!
 
#10
i to am a bit of a Corp collector Lighters,Cap badges, ties from units ive served with and many others including Rookes Drift prints from my time at the Fighting 5th.
I still hold my own private showing of Zulu every year. Must say Mrs S-D is sick of watching it but hey she can always read a book.
 
#11
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
Hmmm...the Zulus seem to be heavily outnumbered in this diorama. Maybe it is time that the revisionist historians went through Rorke's drift with a fine toothcomb or possibly there are diversity issues on display? Cancel the next item of vital equipment, we'll use the money to commission a report on institutional racism in the RE instead. :D :D :D 8)
 
#12
Cuddles said:
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
Hmmm...the Zulus seem to be heavily outnumbered in this diorama. Maybe it is time that the revisionist historians went through Rorke's drift with a fine toothcomb or possibly there are diversity issues on display? Cancel the next item of vital equipment, we'll use the money to commission a report on institutional racism in the RE instead. :D :D :D 8)
No No NO we need the vital equipment. is this better :?:
 
#13
do not know if anyone else has one of these but i have had mine for around 10 years now (1875 Corps FA Cup Final Shirt)


here is link to website wher you can get it from.

http://www.toffs.com/icat/royalengineers

its a quality shirt & has raised many a compliment over the years. :D :D :D :D
 
#14
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
i am the only corps-man with a liking for CORPS nostalgia regarding poerty, pictures etc of days gone by :?: :?: :?: :?:

i love the two poems below by Rudyard Kipling, anymore for anymore :?: :?: :?: :?:

A Salute to The Engineers, Rudyard Kipling

Now the Lord of the Realm has glorified the Charge of the Light Brigade,
And the thin red line of the Infantry, when will their glory fade?
There are robust rhymes on the British Tar and classics on Musketeers,
But I shall sing, till your eardrums ring, of the Muddy Old Engineers.

Now it's all very fair to fly through the air, or humour a heavy gun,
Or ride in tanks through the broken ranks of the crushed and shattered Hun.
And its nice to think when the U-Boats sink of the glory that outlives the years,
But whoever heard an haunting word for the Muddy Old Engineers?

Now you musn't feel, when you read this spiel, that the sapper is a jealous knave,
That he joined the ranks for a vote of thanks in search of a hero's grave
No your mechanised cavalrys' quite alright and your Tommy has drained few peers,
But where in hell would the lot of them be, if it weren't for the Engineers,

Oh they look like tramps but they build your camps and sometimes lead the advance,
And they sweat red blood to bridge the flood to give you a fighting chance
Who stays behind when its getting hot, to blow up the roads in the rear?
Just tell your wife she owes your life to some Muddy Old Engineer,
Some dusty, crusty, croaking, joking Muddy Old Engineer.

No fancy crest is pinned to their chest, if you read what their cap badge says,
Why 'Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pense' is a queersome sort of praise,
But their modest claim to immortal fame has probably reached your ears,
The first to arrive, the last to leave, the Muddy Old Engineers,
The sweating, go getting, uproarious, glorious Muddy Old Engineers.
Alas Knocker, the believe that Kipling wrote the second poem seems to be a bit of an urban myth.

It is widely attributed to Cpl Claude Radley RCE who wrote this poem while serving with 18 Fd Coy RCE in 1942. Indeed you can find the following extract in

CUSTOMS AND TRADITIONS OF THE CME:

Corporal C.A. Radley. Corporal Claude Albert Radley, who served with 18 Field Company Royal
Canadian Engineers during the Second World War, is the author of the poem “Salute to the Engineers.” A framed copy of this poem, along with picture of Cpl Radley and some biographical notes is displayed in the CME Museum and salutes Cpl Radley for his valued contribution to the Engineer heritage. The poem appears in Chapter 3 of this book.

Sadly not Kipling, but a cracking poem by a Sapper.
 
#15
i stand fully corrected my friend :roll: :roll: 8O :roll: :roll: 8O

but as you say it is a good poem regardless of its author :D :D :D :D :D
 
#16
A_Knocker_Till_The_End said:
i stand fully corrected my friend :roll: :roll: 8O :roll: :roll: 8O

but as you say it is a good poem regardless of its author :D :D :D :D :D
A mistake many have made before us (myself included) :oops: and will probably make in years to come :? :D
 

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