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    some here of the Limerick contingent, good lot there

    http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showt...776353&page=20
    "Are they trying to shoot down the other drone? "

    "No, they're trying to fly the tank"

  • #2
    The military element of the limerick parade seems much smaller than at times in the past......


    Catch-22 says they have a right to do anything we can't stop them from doing.

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    • #3
      all taken down it seems
      I knew a simple soldier boy.....
      Who grinned at life in empty joy,
      Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
      And whistled early with the lark.

      In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
      With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
      He put a bullet through his brain.
      And no one spoke of him again.

      You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
      Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
      Sneak home and pray you'll never know
      The hell where youth and laughter go.

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Buck View Post
        all taken down it seems
        Buck, glad you made it to West Point in the end-any more pics- this has reminded me to see if I can get a video of The Long Gray Line.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by timhorgan View Post
          Buck, glad you made it to West Point in the end-any more pics- this has reminded me to see if I can get a video of The Long Gray Line.
          I have a few pics if any would be interested
          I knew a simple soldier boy.....
          Who grinned at life in empty joy,
          Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
          And whistled early with the lark.

          In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
          With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
          He put a bullet through his brain.
          And no one spoke of him again.

          You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
          Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
          Sneak home and pray you'll never know
          The hell where youth and laughter go.

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Buck View Post
            I have a few pics if any would be interested
            Yes, Please.

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            • #7
              Will post when I get a chance. If you don't mind my asking, when did you hear I made it to West Point?
              I knew a simple soldier boy.....
              Who grinned at life in empty joy,
              Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
              And whistled early with the lark.

              In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
              With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
              He put a bullet through his brain.
              And no one spoke of him again.

              You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
              Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
              Sneak home and pray you'll never know
              The hell where youth and laughter go.

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              • #8
                I knew a simple soldier boy.....
                Who grinned at life in empty joy,
                Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
                And whistled early with the lark.

                In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
                With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
                He put a bullet through his brain.
                And no one spoke of him again.

                You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
                Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
                Sneak home and pray you'll never know
                The hell where youth and laughter go.

                Comment


                • #9
                  more to follow once I get a chance
                  I knew a simple soldier boy.....
                  Who grinned at life in empty joy,
                  Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
                  And whistled early with the lark.

                  In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
                  With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
                  He put a bullet through his brain.
                  And no one spoke of him again.

                  You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
                  Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
                  Sneak home and pray you'll never know
                  The hell where youth and laughter go.

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Buck View Post
                    Will post when I get a chance. If you don't mind my asking when did you hear I made it to West Point?
                    Just catching up on other threads on here and I saw your 2 pics- 1 West Point and 1 NYP mounted with flags.

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                    • #11
                      No problem. As I say, I'll get more pics up once I'm out of college and done with work. Possibly this weekend
                      I knew a simple soldier boy.....
                      Who grinned at life in empty joy,
                      Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
                      And whistled early with the lark.

                      In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
                      With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
                      He put a bullet through his brain.
                      And no one spoke of him again.

                      You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
                      Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
                      Sneak home and pray you'll never know
                      The hell where youth and laughter go.

                      Comment


                      • #12
                        As promised, if a little late


















                        I knew a simple soldier boy.....
                        Who grinned at life in empty joy,
                        Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
                        And whistled early with the lark.

                        In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
                        With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
                        He put a bullet through his brain.
                        And no one spoke of him again.

                        You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
                        Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
                        Sneak home and pray you'll never know
                        The hell where youth and laughter go.

                        Comment

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