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We’re still a warrior nation

#7
If we were truly a warrior nation, then our soldiers would have a higher social standing, and be awarded a great deal more respect by Joe public.
 
#8
In no particular order, some of the things we're best at are:

Drinking;
Fighting;
Inventing;
Discovering;
Tolerating.

That does make for great soldiers, but we have to be provoked to give of our best, I feel.
 
#9
angular said:
In no particular order, some of the things we're best at are:

Drinking;
Fighting;
Inventing;
Discovering;
Tolerating.

That does make for great soldiers, but we have to be provoked to give of our best, I feel.
Or given a dozen pints of wifebeater (Stella)!
 
#10
If you say we are a warrior nation one more time, I will punch you in the nose... 8)

IN EXTENDED observation of the ways and works of man,
From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the Plains of Hindustan:
I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise,
And the men of half Creation damning half Creation’s eyes.
I have watched them in their tantrums, all that pentecostal crew,
French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew,
Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white;
But it never really mattered till the English grew polite;

Till the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frockcoats,
Till the men who do not duel, till the men who war with votes,
Till the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Lawrence took his grid,
Began to “beg your pardon” and—the knowing croupier hid.

Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring the beer,
Felt the psychologic moment, left the lit casino clear;
But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul,
Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl.

. . . . .
As it was in ancient Suez or ‘neath wilder, milder skies,
I “observe with apprehension” when the racial ructions rise;
And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright,
Hear the old casino order: “Watch your man, but be polite.
“Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore).
Don’t hit first, but move together (there’s no hurry) to the door.
Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells ’em how—
“Nous sommes allong ar notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.”’

So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far . . .
“Let’em have it!” and they had it, and the same was merry war.
Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot—
Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot.

Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, like a banner fluttered free;
Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay;
White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift—
They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift.

Oh, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle runs—
The pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sons—
Measured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and unperturbed,
Till we wake our Island-Devil—nowise cool for being curbed!

When the heir of all the ages “has the honour to remain,”
When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne’er so plain,
When his lips are schooled to meekness. when his back is bowed to blows
Well the keen aas-vogels know it—well the waiting jackal knows.

Build on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-puffs float—
Or bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat—
Cock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite—
But oh, beware my Country, when my Country grows polite!
 
#12
Don't go getting all fecking american on us, you'll be talking about honour and pride next along with warrior codes..........................
 

cpunk

LE
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#13
During the build up to Exercise Bold Grouse in Denmark in 1987, I went for a drink and a meal with some members of the Danish intelligence service in Copenhagen. I was sitting at an outside table at a restaurant with the Danes and my oppo, who was an RM Captain, when some of the lads from the brigade - out of their minds on Carlsberg Elephant Beer - began to kick off nearby. My oppo and I were wondering whether we should try to calm them down but the Danes thought it was great fun: 'You British are a warrior race!'

This came from a 6'4" blond Viking, talking about a bunch of malnourished-looking Jockanese hoodlums, but I thought then he was absolutely right, and still agree with him.
 
#14
cpunk said:
During the build up to Exercise Bold Grouse in Denmark in 1987, I went for a drink and a meal with some members of the Danish intelligence service in Copenhagen. I was sitting at an outside table at a restaurant with the Danes and my oppo, who was an RM Captain, when some of the lads from the brigade - out of their minds on Carlsberg Elephant Beer - began to kick off nearby. My oppo and I were wondering whether we should try to calm them down but the Danes thought it was great fun: 'You British are a warrior race!'

This came from a 6'4" blond Viking, talking about a bunch of malnourished-looking Jockanese hoodlums, but I thought then he was absolutely right, and still agree with him.
That was probably one of the best runs ashore ever, exceeding the excesses of even the memorable 1984 "knocking out the edgy copper before he shot some one" run. As a piece of wisdom "Flags of Nations" is a game that should never be played a)in a full-on American Cocktail Bar with about 26 different green drinks b)with the 3 Cdo Bde Air Squadron and c)after a guided tour of the Carlsberg factory. Well, I say guided - it was more a sort of "fire and forget" tour...
 
#16
There is subtle and distinct difference between being a warrior nation and being a militaristic one.

Militarism has never appealed to the British, but when push comes to shove they are warriors.

This accounts for the status of HM Forces.

If we were militaristic they would be part of, or actually be, the government.

As it is, they do the job they are told to do and then go home – pending the next military adventure.

Personally, I prefer that we are warrior-like rather than militaristic.
 
#17
Definetly still a warrior nation, can go anywhere in the world and be respected by complete strangers ( most of the time ) there is,never was, and never will be a nation like us with people like ours nothing else really to say we all know it
 
#18
I think it is not just the professionals who indicate if we are a Warrior Nation, but the performance of the civilian when called to arms.
During WW2 it was clear looking at the US Army that it was an army of civilians there for the duration.
The British fitted easily into the regimental system that seems so well adapted to them, and presented a different demeanour.
During National Service the young men performed well in the varied areas of conflict.

Historically we have always been a Nation of few but respected Soldiers who fight way above their weight and win. Minden, The Heights of the Alama, The Battle of the Dunes, and a whole list where other nations troops could not have done it.

But when the conscripts stand up they seem to fit in if not seamlessly, but well, and perform creditably, with pride in themselves. That is a good sign of a Warrior Nation.
 
#19
callum13 said:
Definetly still a warrior nation, can go anywhere in the world and be respected by complete strangers ( most of the time ) there is,never was, and never will be a nation like us with people like ours nothing else really to say we all know it
If any one bothers to look at the history of the British Isles, they will see that are we descended from a mixed bag of invaders as well as the original inhabitants, the celts, Vikings Saxons, Normans all with a fierce warrior tradition.
 
#20
Yep, they probably bought it with them in their genes.

I think an honorable mention should also go to our seaman warriors of whom we do still seem to produce a pretty good number, Britain being an Island and all that.
 

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