French Soldiers Killed In Afghanistan

Bergen

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Backpacker1uk said:
Nice piece of info there Bergen.

Cheers BP - I didn't post any of the photos; but they are pretty horrific. Seems [as usual] that Kipling knew what he was talking about:-

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Soldier of the Queen!


-- Rudyard Kipling

Afghanistan and the Pak border should always have been our main concern. We let Bush and his Neocon eedjits divert to the stupidity of Iraq and we are going to pay a hell of a price for that decision. Pakistan is a nest of vipers that we are going to have to deal with or let them slowly bleed us in Afghanistan.

Bummer :thumbdown:


RM
 
So often, recently, my thoughts have turned to;

Arithmetic on the Frontier.


A scrimmage in a Border Station --

A canter down some dark defile --

Two thousand pounds of education

Drops to a ten-rupee jezail --

The Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride,

Shot like a rabbit in a ride!



No proposition Euclid wrote,

No formulae the text-books know,

Will turn the bullet from your coat,

Or ward the tulwar's downward blow

Strike hard who cares -- shoot straight who can --

The odds are on the cheaper man.


R. K.

I'm not sure any of the great man's work's completely match the current "scrimmage" but there is still a certain timelessness. Speaking of which, we are going to be there for a long time, so it seems.
 

AfterSSE

War Hero
Or...: :dwarf:


Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who. :thumright:
 

Bergen

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Passed-over_Loggie said:
So often, recently, my thoughts have turned to;

Arithmetic on the Frontier.


A scrimmage in a Border Station --

A canter down some dark defile --

Two thousand pounds of education

Drops to a ten-rupee jezail --





The Crammer's boast, the Squadron's pride,

Shot like a rabbit in a ride!



No proposition Euclid wrote,

No formulae the text-books know,

Will turn the bullet from your coat,

Or ward the tulwar's downward blow

Strike hard who cares -- shoot straight who can --

The odds are on the cheaper man.


R. K.

I'm not sure any of the great man's work's completely match the current "scrimmage" but there is still a certain timelessness. Speaking of which, we are going to be there for a long time, so it seems.

'Kinnel PoL - Those lines are never out of my head. As a young boy I was routinely made to memorize large amounts of poetry and Latin grammar. I found the rythm of Kipling to be easy and entirely appropriate: Try

"One wheel on the wings of the morning
One wheel on the edge of the Pit
And a drop into nothing below you
As straight as a beggar can spit"

Or for all of us who left England:-

"I'm sick of wasting leather on these English paving-stones
And this blasted English weather wakes the fever in my bones
So ship me somewhere East of Suez, where the best is like the worst

Where there ain't no Ten Commandments and a man can raise a thirst"


RM :thumright:
 

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