Quote & Verses 3/5/2015
- May 5, 2015
- 1 min read
"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity." George Carlin
The Young British Soldier by Rudyard Kipling
Final four verses
When 'arf of your bullets fly wide in the ditch Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old bitch; She's human as you are - you treat her as sich An' she'll fight for the young British soldier Fight, fight, fight for the soldier When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine The guns o' the enemy wheel into line Shoot low at the limbers an' don't mind the shine For noise never startles the soldier Start-, start-, startles the soldier If your officer's dead and the sergeants look white Remember it's ruin to run from a fight: So take open order, lie down, and sit tight And wait for supports like a soldier Wait, wait, wait like a soldier 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