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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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Groundhog;275444]Liu Bolin. Undoubtedly the master
There is no point in having the best camo and standing in the open
a couple of steps to his rear and he could have been well camo'd and in some
type of actual cover.
His blue ankles give him away
Why didnt he simply go the other side of the batch loaf van
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere***
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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"The Question is not: how far you will take this? The Question is do you possess the constitution to go as far as is needed?"
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Is that similar to the German and Belgian Air ForceThings fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere***
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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Originally posted by California Tanker View PostFWIW, there is a new ACU pattern being tested, it incorporates a fourth colour: Brown.
Don't stand there GAWPING, like you've never seen the hand of God BEFORE!!
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who are they? French (i think thats a FAMAS?) Can someone post a pic of the irish snow DPMs?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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Originally posted by Buck View Postwho are they? French (i think thats a FAMAS?) Can someone post a pic of the irish snow DPMs?
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