Fight to a Finish

#1
I've tried to be respectful here, even when some of the stupidest posters joked about the murder of one of my friends, I know that most of you have more heart. This is my last post though, and I'm posting it in the hope that one of you will come face to face with Tony Blair one day and remember these sentiments. It's a poem from the war to end all wars, and a song from the last one.
I know suicide is an increasing problem in the ranks, so remember there is always someone better to kill than yourself.


Fight to a Finish

The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying,
And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street
To cheer the soldiers who’d refrained from dying,
And hear the music of returning feet.
‘Of all the thrills and ardours War has brought,
This moment is the finest.’ (So they thought.)

Snapping their bayonets on to charge the mob,
Grim Fusiliers broke ranks with glint of steel,
At last the boys had found a cushy job.

. . . .
I heard the Yellow-Pressmen grunt and squeal;
And with my trusty bombers turned and went
To clear those Junkers out of Parliament.

Siegfried Sassoon



Halliburton Boardroom Massacre

I joined the army when high school was through
I didn t know what else to do
Thought I'd take care of that traveling jones
Then maybe take out some student loans

They sent me away to the land of the dead
Where I didn't know a word that they said
I got shot at a lot, I was nearly toast
But it's the ones that I killed that hurts the most

Most of the time I didn't know what was going on
The rest of the time I knew there was something going wrong
Every reason we were there turned out to be a lie
I thought of that each time I saw another person die

I was supposed to stay for a year, they kept me for four
By the time I got back home no one knew me anymore
Of the man I once was there didn't seem to be a trace
And when I looked me in the mirror I didn't recognize my face

I wasn't home too long before the time that I fell ill
It was like the air was thick as mud and I ached enough to kill
I didn t know I'd been fighting in a nuclear war
DU was in my blood and I was knocking on death's door

I can't tell you how it felt to be betrayed at every turn
Like the earth was spinning backwards, like my heart began to burn
Like I had to do something while I still had the strength to stand
While I still could run with a machine gun in my hand

I thought of Halliburton and the military brass
And the things they get away with all for their ruling class
But I'm not a pawn and I can't just let it be
And if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna take some of them ******* with me

I'll spare you the details, I did what I had to do
There's a boardroom blown to hell and soon I will be too
You can say I lost it, you can say that I'm insane
But may no one ever say that my death was in vain

I joined the army when high school was through
I didn't know what else to do

David Rovics
 
#2
For once I find my self in complete agreement with jarrod, 'do fcuk off'.

Edited to add it has nothing to do with film, music or all things artsy, it's crass self absorbed rubbish by someone who hasn't the first idea of what they are talking about. I bet most people are surprised by that!
 
#5
I realise I may regret asking this, but does anyone have a fcuking clue what this guy is talking about?
 

maguire

LE
Book Reviewer
#7
oh, and if you **do** come back - fcuk off again.
 
#8
I've tried to be respectful here, even when some of the stupidest posters joked about the murder of one of my friends, I know that most of you have more heart. This is my last post though, and I'm posting it in the hope that one of you will come face to face with Tony Blair one day and remember these sentiments. It's a poem from the war to end all wars, and a song from the last one.
I know suicide is an increasing problem in the ranks, so remember there is always someone better to kill than yourself.


Fight to a Finish

The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying,
And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street
To cheer the soldiers who’d refrained from dying,
And hear the music of returning feet.
‘Of all the thrills and ardours War has brought,
This moment is the finest.’ (So they thought.)

Snapping their bayonets on to charge the mob,
Grim Fusiliers broke ranks with glint of steel,
At last the boys had found a cushy job.

. . . .
I heard the Yellow-Pressmen grunt and squeal;
And with my trusty bombers turned and went
To clear those Junkers out of Parliament.

Siegfried Sassoon



Halliburton Boardroom Massacre

I joined the army when high school was through
I didn t know what else to do
Thought I'd take care of that traveling jones
Then maybe take out some student loans

They sent me away to the land of the dead
Where I didn't know a word that they said
I got shot at a lot, I was nearly toast
But it's the ones that I killed that hurts the most

Most of the time I didn't know what was going on
The rest of the time I knew there was something going wrong
Every reason we were there turned out to be a lie
I thought of that each time I saw another person die

I was supposed to stay for a year, they kept me for four
By the time I got back home no one knew me anymore
Of the man I once was there didn't seem to be a trace
And when I looked me in the mirror I didn't recognize my face

I wasn't home too long before the time that I fell ill
It was like the air was thick as mud and I ached enough to kill
I didn t know I'd been fighting in a nuclear war
DU was in my blood and I was knocking on death's door

I can't tell you how it felt to be betrayed at every turn
Like the earth was spinning backwards, like my heart began to burn
Like I had to do something while I still had the strength to stand
While I still could run with a machine gun in my hand

I thought of Halliburton and the military brass
And the things they get away with all for their ruling class
But I'm not a pawn and I can't just let it be
And if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna take some of them ******* with me

I'll spare you the details, I did what I had to do
There's a boardroom blown to hell and soon I will be too
You can say I lost it, you can say that I'm insane
But may no one ever say that my death was in vain

I joined the army when high school was through
I didn't know what else to do

David Rovics
You posted this drivel at 20 to 1 in the morning. Rigor mortis should have set in by now. I hope someone finds you before the scene of crimes (or whatever they are called now) bloke has to shovel your rotting remains into a heap before pouring it all into a bag.
 
#9
For once I find my self in complete agreement with jarrod, 'do fcuk off'.
There's an irony about that.

oh, and if you wouldn't mind, do **** off
you are one dull ****; now do as Jarrod suggested and **** off!
oh, and if you **do** come back - fcuk off again.
If it hasn't sunk in yet, or not quite clear enough. Do **** off.
 

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