RE: 11/11 Veterans Day
Veteran's Day in the USA is not much of big deal most of the time because in truth, most people don't like to be reminded of the bloody business. As the WWII veterans move from the stage veterans will become a memory instead of an active part of people's lives.
Our military is much smaller as a proportion of the national population so it is not surprising that folks are less directly impacted by it. The death of a soldier is more of a political event than it was when most men had been in military service during war.
The chances are that as the current crop of service people leaves service, carrying their shield or on it, and greys into memory, the rest of us will forget about them and what they did. It is human nature.
"Tommy" by Rudyard Kipling
I WENT into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But itĂ˘â‚¬â„˘s "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,Ă˘â‚¬â€ť
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,Ă˘â‚¬â€ť
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,Ă˘â‚¬â€ť
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,Ă˘â‚¬â€ť
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when thereĂ˘â‚¬â„˘s trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' foolĂ˘â‚¬â€ťyou bet that Tommy sees!