Saturday, May 11, 2013

History doesn't repeat but it rhymes

"When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier
So-oldier ~of~ the Queen! "

~ Rudyard Kipling  - "The Young British Soldier"

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