1. Big Mac

   02/22/2009 at 4:15 pm

   From a Veteran, to My Veteran Friends and Colleagues.

   Tommy

   Rudyard Kipling

   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 be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die,

   I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:

   O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go away”;

   But it’s “Thank you, Mister Atkins”, when the band begins to play,

   The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,

   O it’s “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 ‘adn’t none for me;

   They sent me to the gallery or round the music-’alls,

   But when it comes to fightin’, Lord! they’ll shove me in the stalls!

   For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, wait outside”;

   But it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide,

   The troopship’s on the tide, my boys, the troopship’s on the tide,

   O it’s “Special train for Atkins” when the trooper’s on the tide.

   Yes, makin’ mock o’ uniforms that guard you while you sleep

   Is cheaper than them uniforms, an’ they’re starvation cheap;

   An’ hustlin’ drunken soldiers when they’re goin’ large a bit

   Is five times better business than paradin’ in full kit.

   Then it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, ‘ow’s yer soul?”

   But it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll,

   The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,

   O it’s “Thin red line of ‘eroes” when the drums begin to roll.

   We aren’t no thin red ‘eroes, nor we aren’t no blackguards too,

   But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;

   An’ if sometimes our conduck isn’t all your fancy paints,

   Why, single men in barricks don’t grow into plaster saints;

   While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind”,

   But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind,

   There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,

   O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir”, when there’s trouble in the wind.

   You talk o’ better food for us, an’ schools, an’ fires, an’ all:

   We’ll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.

   Don’t mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face

   The Widow’s Uniform is not the soldier-man’s disgrace.

   For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck him out, the brute!”

   But it’s “Saviour of ‘is country” when the guns begin to shoot;

   An’ it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ anything you please;

   An’ Tommy ain’t a bloomin’ fool — you bet that Tommy sees!

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2. NY-David

   02/22/2009 at 11:21 pm

   Blah, blah, blah. More half stories and partial truths. Rather then rattling off dates and speeches, I wish he’d give the whole truth about the military cuts, etc, where he got his facts, etc.
   NY-David

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3. Critical Facts

   02/24/2009 at 5:51 pm

   cj:

   I have to admit, your top posts and comments are a breath of fresh air when compared to this rambling half-brain of an idiot!

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4. Gordon Duff

   03/02/2009 at 11:34 am

   I do so enjoy right wingers. I have loads of them that think a party out of power could elected a foreign born president but don’t believe that Bush and the CIA with years of partnership with the bin Ladens could blow up the World Trade Center on 9/11?

   If you want to protect America, close
   FOX news, arrest Bush and Cheney.
   Otherwise, you are playing

   USMC Combat Vet 100% Disabled

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