Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Soldier from 2nd Battalion The Parachute Regiment killed in Afghanistan on 29 July 2008
Read this It is with great sadness that the Ministry of Defence must confirm that a soldier from 2nd Battalion The Parachute Regiment, was killed in Helmand province yesterday, Tuesday 29 July 2008.
Sergeant Jonathan Mathews of The Highlanders killed in Afghanistan
Can we think
a thousand times before we kill
the other in the name of power
or land or ideology?
And after we have thought a thousand times,
written down the reasons,
met with friends to test our cause,
renewed the guns and missiles,
cleaned off the button;
when we have stored up food and water
for a siege, sent the children
to a safer place,
shored up bunkers in backyards,
built new ones near the mint,
thought of hero as someone
convulsed and martyred in the mud,
committed maps to memory,
studied up on ciphers, invented
a new history of disease
and buried the family jewels
to foil the looters;
once we have tolled the bells
and prayed our guttural prayers
for the spirit to be named for us;
sent factories into overtime to make the braids
and uniforms, the medals
to decorate the ones who can return,
confused shelling peas with houses,
small kingdoms crushed;
after we check procedures
for the treatment of fallout
from that most unnatural cloud,
and persuaded our young
that it is just to fight this way,
an adventure, safe, no hand to hand;
when we have done these things
and more, could we think
a thousand times again?
Jorie Manefield Ryan
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Lance Corporal Kenneth Rowe killed in Afghanistan!
If my eyes could talk
what would they tell you?
And if they did
how would they say it?
Could they or would they tell you
about places that I have been
of the things that I have seen
of the things I have done
or the ones I didn't do.
Could they tell you so much
or could they tell you so little.
Or, would they tell you just enough
to judge me- and then would you?
If only my eyes could talk
and tell you the stories that I am keeping quiet,
would you call me a coward?
Would you think any less of me,
or shake my hand and buy me a drink?
If my eyes could talk
and told you what I have seen and done
would you be here with me
or would you walk out the door
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Book Review- Enemy Coast Ahead Uncensored by Guy Gibson VC DSO DFC
Read this Heavily censored during the war at the last,what really happened!The true story in his own words of life as a pilot in Bomber Command from the beginning of WW2 in 1939 to leading the elite 617 Squadron in the "Dam busters" raid in 1943!
I couldn't put it down,absolutely riveting,the fact that Guy Gibson himself was shot down and killed in 1944 as a Pathfinder makes his personal observations and thoughts and fears even more poignant!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Gurkhas lose High Court battle over pensions!
Read this Appalling treatment from an ungrateful joke of a government!!!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
When you’re lying alone in your Afghan bivvy,
And your life it depends on some MOD civvie
When the body armour’s shared (one set between three),
And the firefight’s not like it is on TV,
Then you’ll look to your oppo, your gun and your God,
As you follow that path all Tommies have trod.
When the gimpy has jammed and you’re down to one round,
And the faith that you’d lost is suddenly found.
When the Taliban horde is close up to the fort,
And you pray that the arty don’t drop a round short.
Stick to your sergeant like a good squaddie should,
And fight them like satan or one of his brood
Your pay it won’t cover your needs or your wants,
So just stand there and take all the Taliban’s taunts
Nor generals nor civvies can do aught to amend it,
Except make sure you’re kept in a place you can’t spend it.
Three fifty an hour in your Afghani cage,
Not nearly as much as the minimum wage.
Your missus at home in a foul married quarter
With damp on the walls and a roof leaking water
Your kids miss their mate, their hero, their dad;
They’re missing the childhood that they should have had
One day it will be different, one day by and by,
As you all stand there and watch, to see the pigs fly
Just like your forebears in mud, dust and ditch
You’ll march and you’ll fight, and you’ll drink and you’ll bitch
Whether Froggy or Zulu, or Jerry, or Boer
The Brits will fight on ‘til the battle is over.
You may treat him like dirt, but nowt will unnerve him
But I wonder sometimes, if the country deserves him.
Hat Tip Theo Spark
Afghanistan troop deaths outnumber those in Iraq!
Read this Not a surprise!-This is going to get out of hand,more and more of our troops will be killed or wounded needlessly so that an OIL and GAS pipeline can be built for the USA from Turkmenistan through Afghanistan and Pakistan into the Arabian Sea!How much of the proceeds of that grubby little deal do you think the UK will see?-Bugger all!
Iraq opens oilfields to international deals!
Read this No shit Sherlock-The REAL reason for the invasion of Iraq!
Sombre mood as Scottish regiment learns of comrade's death
You, with your neat picket fence and freshly mown lawn.
Where only the occasional daisy pokes through.
Sedately content you survey your domain.
While I, ignored by the passing thrall, I sit on this dusty plain
My withered limbs say it all, too sick to move I await Kismet.
As far as the eye can see, caught in the dying sun’s rays
The glint and glitter of the death that surrounds me
Thousands of miles away you decide my fate.
‘Tis not gold that’s a lying, but the brass casing’s
Left in pitiful piles from the lead that’s been flying
Too scared to close my eyes should I not wake.
The sky fills with death while the ground trembles
No trace they’ll find of my insignificant bones
Ramadan’s done, ‘Tis the time of Christ.
All this while you reach for your morning coffee.
As I lay dying on the road to Kandahar
Upsurge in Afghan violence show how the Taliban is a long way from being defeated!
Read this Not good news!
Thieves steal bronze war hero memorials within hours of Veterans' Day service!
Read this The scum who did this are beyond contempt!!!