Sunday, 9 November 2014
Poppy Fascists
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Sunday, 10 November 2013
Remembrance Day With Solemn Tits
I'll only do weemen who look solemn, no having fun today.
She looks like a lot of fun .... but not today, I'd shag her but I wouldn't let on I was enjoying it for the sake of those who fell and could not get up.
Even the MILFs at Dunkirk bow their heads as a mark of respect. Men and weemen signed away their safety and rushed towards danger because the Huns and yon Japs thought they are all that.
I wonder if I should knock on this to see if they are ripe?
There is just as much suffering going on in the wars of today, the same questions of morality are still being asked and the same fears are still being felt today as strongly as they were felt 70 or a 100 years ago.
We just need to get through it, be it an insurgent firefight or horrible taste in couches. We'll reflect on it all later.
Bless them all who served with honour being swept along by a wave of patriotic peer pressure. I'd hate for any of these scumbag governments of today to draft people into a war secretly started over the price of oil.
World War I was a family feud between the royals for fucks sake so not much of a better reason than oil.
Surely the only valid reason would be the defence of liberty and to protect our homes. Not everything can be so simple.
I'm sure that most veterans will appreciate this post from one of their own, it could have been any of us in any war but we got lucky and can now look at great tits on the Interweb and give thanks to our friends that served with us who can not leer.
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Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Its All Over For The Unknown Soldier






11am of the 11th day of the 11th month WWI formally ended. War: Old men get angry and young men die.
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Monday, 10 November 2008
Never Forget

When my grandson Gavin was a young pup I sat him on my knee and he asked, "what did you do during the war granda?" what a cute little inquiring mind he had. "Well I killed loads of Germans, Japs, Italians, French and Americans and I raped villagers and burned their homes to the ground."
It was a few weeks before I was allowed to see Gavin again due to some bad dreams he kept having.
Called 'The Great War' but I've seen better I was off on me own sneaking into enemy camps and quietly killing and scalping every other sleeping man to really freak them out. They called me 'The Piss Shadow' as all that proved I was there besides the hairless corpses and some cigarette butts was the faint smell of piss in the air.
It was 3 weeks since the war had finished that I believed it was finally over, a terrified soldier with a newspaper convinced me. I thought about all of those soldiers I had killed mistakenly during a time of peace and thought to myself 'I could have got more damn-it'.
War is hell and plays havoc with yer skin. I have nothing but respect for those who sign up to serve their cuntry and do so with honour, those who sign up with the idea of getting money for college are too dumb to be going to college but if they step up to the plate and do their job well they also earn my respect.
Giving yer life to defeat evil is the noblest of causes and many do so and never have their stories told or having to live half a life due to disabilities caused by war should give you a free comfortable ride for the rest of yer life, a country should look after it's heroes.
I believe that war is a necessary evil. Sometimes you have no choice but to go and wipe out some nation a little bit.
Imagine serving in a war that you don't agree with, sure its not a soldier's place to have an opinion on certain things they just need to do their job.
The wars of terror are fucking stupid and a waste of life. The IRA bombed London plenty of times but Ireland was never invaded for it.
Its all just to get a permanent foothold in the middle east all so very passive aggressive. Russia couldn't invade Afghanistan and the yanks are in no shape or form tougher than them, hence giving it over to the U.N.
Yesterday was Remembrance Sunday in the UK and I thought about those I have served with and those still out there. Tomorrow is the 11th of the 11th Armistice day so the ghosts of the past and present will still be around. I just want to say Thank you and bless them all .
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Sunday, 11 November 2007
The Battle Of Mongs
Battle Of Mons
On the 11th of the 11th which is remembrance Sunday I'd like to clear up something that has been bothering me for decades. The battle of Mons was not won by angels, UFO's or Cybermen, its like everything being put doon to the "luck of the Irish" its an insult, hard work and skill that's what did it.
It was 1914, back then everything was in black and white but we were cheerful ready to link arms and sing a song at any minute. I was still in the army enjoying the Empire and wondering why they hadn't promoted me at all.
I was a part of the BEF (British Expeditionary Force) we were a 70,000 strong force marching across France to meet up with the French to fight the dreaded Hun (German) our commanding officer was General John French which made things very confusing, especially as I knew a bloke named David English who was Irish but he wasn't there.
We clashed with German cavalry before we even saw any Frenchies so we dug in to fight, we should have guessed that the frogs had already got an arse kicking and were running south.
The commander of the German First Army, Kluck, was surprised to see the British so soon but he wasn't worried as he had 160,000 men and 600 artillery guns which was double what we had brought with us, also Kaiser Bill had called the BEF a bunch of " contemptibles ” so a lack of respect all round even though we were professional soldiers.
Me and Bobby out practicing our camouflage exercises, how not to be seen. It was a simpler time back then, you'll have to trust me that there really is two men amongst the foliage.
The Germans suffered really heavy causalities and thought we were using machine guns, in fact they were facing the best riflemen in Europe using Lee Enfield rifles in a medieval 20-acre formation each firing 15 rounds a minute at 800 to 1000 yards. The Germans were coming in like grey clouds but we were turning them back littering the field with their dead, our mood was quite jubilant. One German regiment lost 25 officers and over 500 men in just one attack, another losing 5 officers and 376 men.
The French forces having retreated leaving the British flank exposed was our doon fall, General French wanted to retreat to the coast but Lord Kitchener insisted we stayed closer to the French so the Germans could slaughter us better I suppose. We retreated to our second line of defense disheartened as we were winning and retreat or defeat had never occurred to us.
The story of the Angels of Mons firing arrows at the Germans was our marksmen, the woman in the long white dress urging us on to victory was Smithy, god bless his cross dressing little heart. The story got back to England and became a legend to give the people hope.
How can you look at a battle and say that God was there on anyones side? either God enjoys it or turns his back a lot, the angels would be a far better deterrent to war than 10 nations with nukes.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely does that apply to Gods too? those brave warriors who have lost their lives in the service to their country had better be well looked after for their sacrifice as they deserve far more. I shall do my part and remember and thank all the soldiers and civilians from all over the world who have served and have given their lives for us and especially all of those old contemptibles.
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