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Whoah. Early-morning soldier creeds. Feel like I should be breaking out the Kiwi and getting my PT gear on for a 3-mile pre-dawn shuffle run
It builds character. ;)
I'm amazed our species has not exterminated itself today.
Hear it echo in the night
Mortals firing rains the scene
Scars the fields
That once were green
It's a stalemate at the frontline
Where the soldiers rest in mud
Roads and houses
All is gone
There is no glory to be won
Know that many will suffer
Know that many men will die
Half a million lives at stake
Ask the fields of Passchendaele
And as the night falls the general calls
And the battle carries on
How long?
What is the purpose of it all
What's the price of a mile?
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out
Thousands of machineguns
Kept on firing through the night
Mortars placed and wrack the scene
Guns the fields
That once were green
Still a deadlock at the frontline
Where the soldiers die in mud
Roads and houses since long gone
Still no glory has been won
Know that many men has suffered
Know that many men has died
Six months of ground has been won
Half a million men are gone
And as the men crawl the general call
And the killing carry on
How long?
What's the purpose of it all?
What's the price of a mile?
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out
Young men are dying
They pay the price
Oh how they suffer
So tell me what's the price of a mile
That's the price of a mile.
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army on the march
Long way from home
Paying the price in young men's lives
Thousands of feet march to the beat
It's an army in despair
Knee-deep in mud
Stuck in the trench with no way out
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sabaton/#share
I'm amazed our species has not exterminated itself today.
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This story is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to stand face to face with it.
It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped its shells, were destroyed by the war.
Erich Maria Remarque
Interesting cast.
Young man, there is America — which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners; yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.
Edmund Burke
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They should play this at my funeral.
As much as Fade to Black means to me, A Tout Le Monde is my funeral dirge.
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all
A tout le monde (To all the world!)
A tout mes amis (To all my friends)
Je vous aime (I love you)
Je dois partir (I must leave)
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living all are scarred
A tout le monde (To all the world!)
A tout mes amis (To all my friends)
Je vous aime (I love you)
Je dois partir (I must leave)
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile, smile when you think about me
My body's gone that's all
A tout le monde (To all the world!)
A tout mes amis (To all my friends)
Je vous aime (I love you)
Je dois partir (I must leave)
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
Sometimes I think technology has made us lazy and dependent, but sometimes it's pretty awesome.Isn't it? Except that we don't have cell phones, much less smart ones.It's remarkable that we live in a time when you can ride out a tornado without losing power or internet, and even if power and the cable internet failed lots of people would still be connected by smart phones. Remarkable!Is it gone?It now belongs to Illinois. Suck it Illinois!
But Cake is a lie.
Not at La Duni's, it's not. Her cake is so good, it's almost pie.
How do you guys live without a phone? ::Sets iPhone on navel, where it will be more comfortable::
SM: What is a Fringe party?
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Well, a pretty good weekend, all-in-all. I finally saw The Season of the Witch. (Pretty much someone's D&D campaign, but one in which you keep asking yourself, Why did Nicholas Cage play a cavalier? Why did he have to be in my group?) I was finally Ikeaized, to the wife's joy. Not too bad: I got cardboard magazine organizers for my overflowing collection.
Last night, my two younger nevvies told me that their big brother had just given them his entire D&D collection. One I spent years helping him build and much of which I bought him for various birthdays, etc. Made me kind of sad and happy at the same time. (Sucker, you are gonna regret it...but what a windfall for the little guys! Books! Minis! Dice! Tiles! Boxes!)
The coffee is softening the blow of six hours sleep. How is everybody else this second day of the week, and the cruelest?
I'm amazed our species has not exterminated itself today.
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Paschendale - One Field Marshal Haig's countless attempts to murder as many British, Canadians, Australians and New Zealanders as possible..
Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from cadets.
The sixth battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card.
We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left.
And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
God help me, I was only nineteen.
From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I stil can't get to sleep?
And night-time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only ninteen.
A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.
Then someone yelled out "Contact!" and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a Godalmighty roar
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,
God help me, he was going home in June.
I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung Tau
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row.
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real.
I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel
God help me, I was only nineteen.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.
The Pogues - The band played waltzing matilda
WALTZING MATILDA:
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again
Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?
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Mothman: Sorry to hear about the illness. Coffee?
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Wow. I hate to point fingers, but some of you people SUCK at mornings.
Maybe the early morning crowd sensibly went back to bed, but what's everybody else's excuse?
{Zombie excepted, as I imagine he's in a baby coma, whether walking or not, about right now.}
Wow. I hate to point fingers, but some of you people SUCK at mornings.
Maybe the early morning crowd sensibly went back to bed, but what's everybody else's excuse?
Grrr. Argh.
Mornings are evil. Even when there is coffee.
And it's Monday. Mondays are evil too. Monday morning is the most evil thing there is. Ever. In the world. Really.
Ah, okay, well, if you want my personal opinion...This may be a little deep for this thread, so I'll hide it in case folks don't want to read: ** spoiler omitted **...
Pshaw! Gimme them older ones. The majority of them gotten past the superficial b.s. and they have the skills to know what they're doing right. ;-)
So, after a rough start last night, the boy did rather well. Woke to eat at midnight and 2 am, then slept for over 4 hours.
In other news, however, he is a dangerous one to diaper change...
(Warning: spoilered in case some people are eating, very gross information contained in the following spoiler tag)
** spoiler omitted **
So, after a rough start last night, the boy did rather well. Woke to eat at midnight and 2 am, then slept for over 4 hours.
In other news, however, he is a dangerous one to diaper change...
(Warning: spoilered in case some people are eating, very gross information contained in the following spoiler tag)
** spoiler omitted **
Children cured me of being grossed out by much of anything.
Time now to plunge into the byzantine hell that is the Free Application for Federal Student Aid (FAFSA).
You're not kidding about byzantine hell. I want to stab my eyes out with icicle shivs.
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Strings ROCK! Apocalyptica "Hall of The Mountain King"Sometimes I think technology has made us lazy and dependent, but sometimes it's pretty awesome.Isn't it? Except that we don't have cell phones, much less smart ones.It's remarkable that we live in a time when you can ride out a tornado without losing power or internet, and even if power and the cable internet failed lots of people would still be connected by smart phones. Remarkable!Is it gone?It now belongs to Illinois. Suck it Illinois!
But Cake is a lie.
Nice! :D
I also love good piano music. Erik Satie tops my list, just before Philip Glass.
I love playing the Satie. If you like that, give a listen to the 2nd movement of Ravel's piano concerto. A very similar feel, and very moving.
suck it Dupo, suck it real good.Is it gone?It now belongs to Illinois. Suck it Illinois!
You're telling a state to suck a tornado?
Not a tornado... >_>
<_<
What you got against Dupo?
Edit: Nekkid obscure bluff-top Illinois town? Bleh.
That's quite the bluffin top. O_o
It blows my mind how utterly oblivious and/or indifferent addicts seem to be about how much damage they cause to everyone around them. If you want to kill yourself then just kill yourself, but why burn down everyone and everything around you too? It just make my f~@~ing eyes want to bleed.
From a train wreck perspective, watching Charlie Sheen singlehandedly ruin (temporarily) the days of thousands of staff and crew is interesting.
So, after a rough start last night, the boy did rather well. Woke to eat at midnight and 2 am, then slept for over 4 hours.
In other news, however, he is a dangerous one to diaper change...
(Warning: spoilered in case some people are eating, very gross information contained in the following spoiler tag)
** spoiler omitted **
Also, thank you for all the well-wishes. Without a doubt, this is going to be a difficult month, with a lot of hard decisions.Pick door #3. That one never has the goatse.
I thought behind door #3 was one of the narcs on Let's make a Dope Deal.
Time now to plunge into the byzantine hell that is the Free Application for Federal Student Aid (FAFSA).You're not kidding about byzantine hell. I want to stab my eyes out with icicle shivs.
Are you kidding me? The FAFSA is like the least byzantine aspect of the whole damn process......and lots easier than it used to be, which was still not that bad.
Meh. After dealing with the U of M registrar (took me like three weeks just to figure out where I was supposed to go to request my transcript)everything else seems easy. :P
Morning. I'm on break which naturally means that I will spend all my time doing homework. Kidlet is having trouble with the transition back to school. But he's trying. He asked to call and talk to me and I did my best to talk him through it. I have a bad feeling about it though. He's so stressed about doing well that he's sabotaging himself.
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Were you like really bored last night?
It blows my mind how utterly oblivious and/or indifferent addicts seem to be about how much damage they cause to everyone around them. If you want to kill yourself then just kill yourself, but why burn down everyone and everything around you too? It just make my f~@@ing eyes want to bleed.
Sorry to hear that. My brother has been/is in that situation. It is tough.
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Were you like really bored last night?
It blows my mind how utterly oblivious and/or indifferent addicts seem to be about how much damage they cause to everyone around them. If you want to kill yourself then just kill yourself, but why burn down everyone and everything around you too? It just make my f~@@ing eyes want to bleed.Sorry to hear that. My brother has been/is in that situation. It is tough.
Were you like really bored last night?
It blows my mind how utterly oblivious and/or indifferent addicts seem to be about how much damage they cause to everyone around them. If you want to kill yourself then just kill yourself, but why burn down everyone and everything around you too? It just make my f~@@ing eyes want to bleed.Sorry to hear that. My brother has been/is in that situation. It is tough.
I'm fortunate that I've never had to deal with a family member who had an addiction.
I took a different lesson away. Using only a compass and a straightedge I could make a gym teacher wet themselves. >:):D
...How so?
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY(sorta kinda) MRS. FREEHOLD DM!!!
Were you like really bored last night?
It blows my mind how utterly oblivious and/or indifferent addicts seem to be about how much damage they cause to everyone around them. If you want to kill yourself then just kill yourself, but why burn down everyone and everything around you too? It just make my f~@@ing eyes want to bleed.Sorry to hear that. My brother has been/is in that situation. It is tough.I'm fortunate that I've never had to deal with a family member who had an addiction.
What may be the funniest thing ever heard from my Grandmother after they searched my uncles room and found the pot plants, "I don't know what the big deal was, the plants were dead."
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Keep in mind the 'third' world is going to be shown in this season.Working on ideas for a Fringe themed party.
so far, strawberry milkshakes, redvines and two of everything :)
Dude. That is what the spoiler tag is for. I didn't need to hear that.
Edit: top of page crankiness. Yay!