01-22-2006, 12:13 AM
Greetings,
I always liked Wilfred Owen when younger, still have a book of his poems.
The way I see it, when it comes to war, nobody should be ordered to do anything by somebody that is not prepared to do it themselves.
As for the government ministers during the London bombings, they were busily telling the 'plebs' to 'carry on as normal' and no doubt, hiding somewhere well away from potentially exploding buses.
The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke
1887-1915
I always liked Wilfred Owen when younger, still have a book of his poems.
The way I see it, when it comes to war, nobody should be ordered to do anything by somebody that is not prepared to do it themselves.
As for the government ministers during the London bombings, they were busily telling the 'plebs' to 'carry on as normal' and no doubt, hiding somewhere well away from potentially exploding buses.
The Soldier
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke
1887-1915
Cristina
The Hoplite Association
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The enemy is less likely to get wind of an advance of cavalry, if the orders for march were passed from mouth to mouth rather than announced by voice of herald, or public notice. Xenophon
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The Hoplite Association
[url:n2diviuq]http://www.hoplites.org[/url]
The enemy is less likely to get wind of an advance of cavalry, if the orders for march were passed from mouth to mouth rather than announced by voice of herald, or public notice. Xenophon
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