by Andsed » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:41 am
by Free Arabian Nation » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:47 am
by Gig em Aggies » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:49 am
by Infected Mushroom » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:49 am
by Ifreann » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:50 am
by The Free Joy State » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:51 am
Who's for the Game?
Who's for the game, the biggest that's played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who'll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?
Who'll toe the line for the signal to 'Go!'?
Who'll give his country a hand?
Who wants a turn to himself in the show?
And who wants a seat in the stand?
Who knows it won't be a picnic, not much,
Yet eagerly shoulders a gun?
Who would much rather come back with a crutch
Than lie low and be out of the fun?
Come along, lads—but you'll come on all right—
For there's only one course to pursue,
Your country is up to her neck in a fight,
And she's looking and calling for you.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
by Katganistan » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:58 am
by The Holy Therns » Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:59 am
Gallade wrote:Love, cake, wine and banter. No greater meaning to life (〜^∇^)〜
Ethel mermania wrote:to therns is to transend the pettiness of the field of play into the field of dreams.
by The Free Joy State » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:01 am
The Holy Therns wrote:War? Huh! Good god, y'all. What is it good for?
by Free Arabian Nation » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:05 am
Valrifell wrote:The Nation-State is a death cult, you guys. There's no other way around it.
by Endem » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:08 am
by Free Arabian Nation » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:10 am
by Kowani » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:10 am
by Grinning Dragon » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:13 am
by LiberNovusAmericae » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:17 am
Andsed wrote:Do you think there is anything glorious about war?
by Russian Panzer Battalion » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:20 am
by Internationalist Bastard » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:22 am
by Cetacea » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:22 am
by Christian Confederation » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:23 am
by Internationalist Bastard » Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:23 am
Infected Mushroom wrote:The whole thing just seems pretty glorious to me
The uniforms, the sounds of all the weapons (tanks, firearms, aircraft, helicopters, mobile artillery), the camaraderie, the shouting of commands through radios, the killing etc
sure you could end up with the short end of the stick and die as soon as you enter the combat zone but that's what makes the whole thing unpredictable
serving on one of those massively powerful destroyers must be a fantastic experience (one of those things has enough firepower onboard to destroy an entire army probably if given the chance to fire first)...
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