Its nice to see the support our Veterans are now getting from the people, even though its mostly vocal. We still are not seeing the legislation we should be seeing. Try to remember this feeling over the coming years, with less than 1 percent of our population serving in the military, memories will grow short when the dyings done. I still have a bad taste in my mouth for the years I was ashamed to wear my uniform off base because the public seemed to blamed me personally for all that Vietnam was. Between the snickers, the spitting, the rocks and the verbal assaults, we skirted regulations to keep our hair and mustaches long so the public wouldnt know. We changed in the bathroom at work and covered the base emblem on our cars, Wed show our Drivers License but never our IDs. Dont think its just us, its a problem mankind has always faced, when the shootings done, what do you do with the warriors. Kipling knew. I went into a public-ouse to get a pint o beer, The publican e up an sez, We serve no red-coats here. The girls beind the bar they laughed an giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an to myself sez I: O its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an Tommy, go away; But its Thank you, Mister Atkins, when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O its Thank you, Mister Atkins, when the band begins to play. I went into a theatre as sober as could be, They gave a drunk civilian room, but adnt none for me; They sent me to the gallery or round the music-alls, But when it comes to fightin, Lord! theyll shove me in the stalls! For its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an Tommy, wait outside; But its Special train for Atkins when the troopers on the tide, The troopships on the tide, my boys, the troopships on the tide, O its Special train for Atkins when the troopers on the tide. Yes, makin mock o uniforms that guard you while you sleep Is cheaper than them uniforms, an theyre starvation cheap; An hustlin drunken soldiers when theyre goin large a bit Is five times better business than paradin in full kit. Then its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an Tommy, ows yer soul? But its Thin red line of eroes when the drums begin to roll, The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll, O its Thin red line of eroes when the drums begin to roll. We arent no thin red eroes, nor we arent no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An if sometimes our conduck isnt all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks dont grow into plaster saints; While its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an Tommy, fall beind, But its Please to walk in front, sir, when theres trouble in the wind, Theres trouble in the wind, my boys, theres trouble in the wind, O its Please to walk in front, sir, when theres trouble in the wind. You talk o better food for us, an schools, an fires, an all: Well wait for extry rations if you treat us rational. Dont mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face The Widows Uniform is not the soldier-mans disgrace. For its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an Chuck him out, the brute! But its Saviour of is country when the guns begin to shoot; An its Tommy this, an Tommy that, an anything you please; An Tommy aint a bloomin fool -- you bet that Tommy sees! --Rudyard Kipling
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 21:17:06 +0000
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